I can relate to the old window shutter.
It has lived:
Paint wearing off. …
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Lines of cars waiting to take the highway toll ticket South of Perpignan, France…
It’s the first tollbooth after the Spanish border. We were driving to Barcelona from Switzerland and glad to be driving in the opposite direction. …
The lone apple tree
Dangling bird house
A solitary bird in flight. …
Dry branches hanging from the overhang
Concrete steps half done in a grassy field
An outdoor café far from cities. …
We were finishing dinner at a local campsite restaurant, when the owner (who is also the cook) walked out the front door leaving us in charge. The place was literally empty, no one else beside us. A good feeling came over me …
It’s my favorite path,
Rain, snow or shine,
Seeking silence and tranquility …
Graffiti on a wall, Without a message or image? Hardly. It’s on the sidewalk, At the entrance of a primary school, In a small, quiet, sleepy village. Children imagining, Playing, Having fun, Perhaps dreaming, Of walking on rainbows, Before school begins again. Yet the colors are circular, Within life’s rectangular boundaries. One small triangle remains
A cold beer tastes good
Even on cool, rainy days.
Staring out the window with a glass in hand, …
There’s something special about the color green.
It appeals to parts of me I know well.
Some I can name, …
A heart-shaped leaf
On a wet summer’s day.
The raindrops resemble tears, …
I’d like to grow old like this.
Pleasant to the eye,
In good condition, …
Sun-dried St. John’s-wort and soon to dry wild mint.
Both from the same land.
So different, …
Which one are you?
Me, I’m that orangey red one,
That stands out, …
Couldn’t this picture portray,
An abstract image,
Of modern day life? …
