OLD YEAR’S EVENING
The old year’s evening falls
With streaks of copper light
On frozen hills.
Plump little bird
Pecks one last nighttime seed,
Lamp after lamp
lights up in neighbour’s house.
Now Luna’s shining orb
Peeks past the ridge,
Rising on high
It lays a streak
Of silver on the lake
As one more year
Draws to its close.
Happy Old Year’s Evening, and all the best for 2018!
Here you go, have a piece of art to look at. It’s really deep, and meaningful, and stuff.
THE SOURCE OF GREATNESS
For one fleeting moment
This icy cold morning
The marble casts a shadow
Much longer than itself
Blue fire sparks in its depths
Blazing a trail
Across the orange peel of kitchen counter
Then the winter sunrise
Is swallowed up by clouds
And once again
There is but
A small ball of glass.
I was going to write an erudite and contemplative post for you today. It was going to be all about why I do NaNoWriMo, even though every year I just about lose my marbles with the stress of trying to finish. Or maybe about some more editorial pontifications on Point of View and Tense (first or third? past or present?). Or about the wonders of community (which actually ties right in with point #1).
But I tried to write, and it just wasn’t coming out right – I was sounding way too preachy, or, conversely, too trite, even to my own ears. I think I might have used up most of my words on my story over the last 32 days.
So I thought, forget this nonsense; I’ll just show you a few pictures. You know, worth a thousand words, blah blah.
That’s what it looked like, my computer.
A marble that wasn’t lost.
Louis watching his first snowfall.
Steve. And my tea.
Life, the Universe, and Five Thousand Words Worth of Pictures. Happy December!
Once again, my store of wit and erudition is a rather on the low side. So, without further ado, here are a few random pictures from my life over the last few days:
Pickled Beets and Quince Candy (aka Membrillo). Just when I thought I was done canning for this year, there were beets and quinces in the veg store. What was I supposed to do? They attacked me!
Logs by the roadside
Something that would like to become a log some decades in the future
I’ve taken to ingesting drugs. Yes, that’s coffee in that mug. The hard stuff. With caffeine and everything.
A Canada Post box looking decorative. They’re like that.
Seeing as a picture is worth a thousand words, that’s about 5k right there.
So that, for today, was Life, the Universe, and Random Acts of Photography. See you next time!