The photos are from Orbetello for Marsha’s PPAC. The poem is a double fib, named after the Fibonacci sequence, for Patrick’s Pic and a Word challenge. That it doesn’t make much sense is a sign of the times. And the waves are for waving.
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 0 I run with my iron, eeee! I Ron, you Mexi. Aye-aye, you will mess my sassy. Isn’t it ironic: I run as I wish to run? In your eye, le roi c’est moi. Live like it’s iron age. What a sad runny mess, this. 0
For Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) hosted by Marsha at Always Write
and in response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #289: Irony
This day in my blogging history
2018: Follow the light (compilation)