Poems, photos & <del>philosophy</del>on-line dating
Title: Icicles too Yesterday, you caught my attention With your clear, sparkling personality. Today, you look clouded and cold. I bet if I wait long enough You will just melt in my arms. Oh please, just stop with the drama. Can’t we just go to some sunny beach and relax?
Cleanse the palate.
Title: Icicle Dark grey clouds come rolling in. Wind chases the warm thoughts out. Shelter needs to be quickly found. Now’s not the time to be out and about. And then it fell, Fell so quietly. Snow coming down Covering all so softly. Isolation imposed upon the scene. Books, chores, fires to make. Wool and flannel do their part. Now’s the time for plans to break. Cold is short lived. Snow begins to melt. The icy grip Is no longer felt. Except hanging there for all to see When the weather is not so fickle. On the edge of freeze and flow Is the most ravishing icicle. Dressed in blues and greys While really quite clear. An object just created Which I hold most dear.
Of course I made it home. It was a very enjoyable drive. I really liked Astoria. It’s a very, very, very small San Francisco, which makes it quaint.
Here are a few more pictures. The Sea Lions and Bald Eagle were in the Astoria Harbor. The water is the Columbia. And the big mountain is Mt Hood. Always a good day when you can see Mt Hood.
I am on the road right now and just caught up to an electrical plug. Yes, there is a reason behind this drive, but I’ll fill you in later. Right now I’ll throw out some of the new pictures taken and then go to bed. Camping is not as easy as it once was. BTW, I’m throwing in a picture of my faithful carrier in her winter shoes. Enjoy.
Here is something you don’t see every day. My camera rig (mostly myself) is challenged capturing these glorious birds. And since they (and their owners) were such great hosts, I left them a poem. Enjoy.
Title: A Starling for Kate On the wind, soaring in the sky. Free to hunt, free to fly. Mastering skills hard to teach. With each flight, extending the reach. Flying, flying despite the weather. Kept aloft by auburn feathers. Even if the prey is missed. No question returning to the fist. A bond has been made Too strong to fade. Writing a great chapter Between human and raptor.
Progress is being made on the big adventure, however there is a delay. I can be of value helping my brother move, so I am. Also, I have a Black Belt review coming up at the beginning of March. It is a two day affair. I’m thinking I need to put in some serious preparation time. Good thing I’m retired. Besides working hard I’m going to squeeze in more and longer trips to the studio in Salt Lake City.
Speaking of which, I just ran down there for a couple of days of lessons. I used the opportunity to finally, actually sign up with Airbnb. Then I looked for places. What choices. I chose a place to try to maximize the chance of an adventure, a goat farm. Here are some pictures and the entry I left in the guest book.
If you need an Airbnb stay And want to mix in some hay. Then you have to try Jayme’s place Where she has made you space. Head out and enjoy the big town Or just get out and look around. Hear the grunts, barks, baas and clucks. The only thing missing are some ducks. But there is a wildlife area past the rear Adding up to a stay that is superior.
