Untouched sand beach. Only footprints from the seagulls. Looking for something to eat at the waterfront. Washed up oyster shells casting a shadow in the evening light. Sometimes life is places like this.
Ha de Gött!
Unfolding green snort and sneeze CO2 to O itchy red eye soothing shade anti-histamine food and shelter flooding nose
Yes, spring is here. Flowers and nature bursting in nuances of green. Full of fantastic pictures waiting to be taken. If I just could see through my watering eyes. I have an allergy to pollen. Luckily there are H1-blockers. Ha de gött!
Free like a bird fly where ever you want soaring the winds up high sun kissed wings What, no service on this flight gizzard is empty, scream freedom gone, got to land dump excessive weight on a bald Should have listen take the full coarse attention stopped after taking off now I wish to be caught
The words were just flying around in my head. Perhaps a bit to much whiskey yesterday evening. I think this poem needs a rescue operation! Ha de Gött!
a giant eye watching the night looking, at you looking, down on you extraterrestrial probing hiding in plain sight
The Moon. Our mysterious neighbor. Scientist say it is a planet and we see craters from meteors crashing to its surface. But, what if…. What if it really is a giant CCTV or an eye? Who, then is watching? Have a good night!
Ocean so blue and calm. Gentle and still for recreation and fun. Rock you in the rolling waves. Invites to sit and listen to the sound of silence. Only broken by a screaming seagull. A boat passing by. Fishermen out to harvest the rich gifts of the giant blue. Smell the salty breeze, filling your lungs. Fill you with life itself.
There it stands, proud in on a tiny rock. The Väcker lighthouse. Tall to be seen and give ample warning. Lights the way in the night. Green and red. Be sure to choose wisely. Proud to show its rusty scars. Scars from salt splashing winds.
Roaring and wild. Incited by the wind. The howling strong wind. Bashing the waves against everything in its way. Try to stand, and wind will push you down. Splash saltwater in your face. Winds howling, drowns the seagulls screams. Pray that all has found a safe harbor. Give and take. Be sure to show respect.
Just a few days between the pictures. Ha de Gött!
In times you are distant and cold. Just stands there like a black orb. Then I open you up. Light you up, turn you on. Set you on fire. Get you flaming hot. Your passion burn my eyes. My skin.
I inhale your every scent. Your flaming smoking hot gases. Gently place the flesh to your burn. It frizzles as it meets your glowing bars. Together we spice things up. Feeding my desire. I love you my little Barbie Que.
Inspired by John Malone and my Aussie friends who has the cute nickname, Barbie for this fantastic cooking device. The grill. Ha de Gött!
Strong connected hold friendship don't drift astray attach to something an anchor point
The grumpy old mountain ogre. With his stone faced stare. Don’t disturb his peaceful waters. Thinking of the better days, way back when. Discipline and respect when he roamed the world. The stuff he has seen. Doesn’t say much, just a rumble now and then.
One day Mother Earth will let him loose again.
Hope you see him too. Ha de Gött!
Sneaks up like a bully sudden slap in the neck think you are okay safe on the other side wet heavy woolen blanket gasping for air a way out ice pulling feet away band aid time stop the pain
I took this picture trying to capture the very special light. Is this picture hopeful or frightening?
Sunlight piercing through the dark clouds. Blue skies shows like hope. A house stands firmly on the rock. Shelter against the howling wind. Beams of hopeful light shines on the boats safe on land. Shines in the glittering water, like a child laughter. Bright crest on the clouds like bird wings.
Thickening clouds cover the sun. Blue skies turn darker and darker. Shadows eating the light. The structure on the rocks turns to a scary fortress. Birds fly nervously to take shelter. Water shivers in the cold wind. Clouds turns into deeper gray like a cold November day.
Two ways of describing the same picture. Which one fits you today?
