Don’t be alarmed by the title. It is a spin-off from a song called If No Death, No Life — toward which textures, I simply am now indifferent. Heck, frankly to me it’s utter rubbish. The state of the vines when I took the photo brought with it the song and that is the sole … Continue reading If Death, Life
Here are my pictorial representations to the word order. Beginning with the quintessential definition of the word, in conveying it, I found a photo I took of a quay in Redondo Beach sometime perhaps two years ago. Small quay just outside the fish market/restaurant in Redondo Beach.It’s quite plain to see that absent order, leaving … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge – Order
Weekly photo challenge: Friends.
But if I told you I captured the seemingly unassuming photo above at the very exact moment when my nephew’s hand collided with mine, after which, in a split-second, he retracted his hand, then the whole experience — the sound the impact made, the weight of his hand, the softness of it, how he grunted … Continue reading Photo Challenge – Evanescent
Porque tus barcas tienen que partir (Because your ships must sail)Two ships, moored on Seventh Bay, In her harbor, haunted by stormy gales, There they weathered the tempestuous affray, For nights of unending assails. But Fate was kind in a form of a mana, And others of like discernment, The ships they tended not with … Continue reading Ships on Seventh Bay
How timely that the word happens to fall during end of semester examinations here in the U.S.! Unless I return to obtain a higher degree in my office, the word, defined within this context and usually is both spoken and written in the plural form, is irrelevant. Of all such exams I’ve taken, it was … Continue reading Daily Prompt – Final
Grandma loved us. She did. Each morning, before the rooster crowed, she’d stir us up from our sleep. Drink, she said. That was our wake up call; not the customary Good morning or Rise and Shine — no, none of the sort. Drink, that was all. Short and to the point. To each one of … Continue reading Daily Prompt – Bitter
This limerick — if you can call it that — was inspired by an occurrence at my workplace. There was this indescribable bliss from Kat after giving her patient what turned out to be a very nice haircut. Big deal, right? It was, for the man wouldn’t allow anyone at arm’s reach of him. Any … Continue reading Kat
Started a collection category for when memory will no longer optimally serve me. Of course, that's assuming WordPress would still be around. This one, sang by Sharon Magdayao (Vina Morales) at 9 years of age. The song itself was written by a priest. Good job both.
A truly deceased opossum, beckoned by Mother Earth to come home. All nature is but art unknown to thee; All chance, direction which thou canﬆ see; All discord, harmony not underﬆood; All partial evil, universal good." Note: The picture was taken in February, during the days when we had the storms; I did not kill … Continue reading Harmony & Earth Day