Day 28 & Thursday Doors poem

Because it’s Thursday, because my friend asks me what doors mean to me, and because we are to shape up our poem today – the shape can be only one. Prompt 28: “Write a concrete poem. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the

PPAC: War memorials

I have gathered public monuments to the fallen from Slovenia and Italy of diverse artistry, but always here to make us think. After all, we used to kill each other. Plus there is this poem that I have been writing since Thursday when it all began. Soft War Song It’s the end of War Day

Pic and a Word #294: What travel?

This is how I travel, feet up. The pic is from a previous October but the words are from two days ago and the placement is the same. I haven’t been anywhere since, except brief dog walks. Today I may have been only in our supermarket by the lagoon, choosing chocolate, lettuce, yogurt but I’m

Wordless Wednesday with a larch

For Suzanne at Mapping Uncertainty who is posting Two weeks of trees

Wordless Wednesday 1/12/21

Friendly Friday flower button

It took me a while to discover the flower button on my point-and-shoot and experiment with what it could do. Now I have a new old Nikon D5000 and it likes to look at the world up close even more. All today’s photos were taken with my first DSLR camera, which I’ve had not yet

Here and now

As I’m off to meet my incoming friends at the airport, here is what they will see when they get here. I may like posting greens and blues, but here and now Tuscany looks like this. Yesterday it didn’t start right, since their first flight was cancelled. I cannot imagine how this must have felt.