IRISH FARM HOUSE Did you get my message? The Reader said it was about time we had a sit-down, and The Reader is right. It really is time. There isn't much that comes and goes around that The Reader doesn’t comment on, has an uninvited opinion on or a question about. However, this is not... Continue Reading →
ice>noun 1 a roof covered with ice: frozen water, icicles; black ice, frost, rime, glaze. icy>adjective 1 icy roads: frozen, frozen over, iced over, frosty, frosted, ice-bound, ice-covered, iced up; slippery; literary rimy. Yes. All of the above. I'll be in touch...
My Reader is so excited...a trip to Ireland and no bags to pack! There will be no tickets to buy, no baggage fees and best of all...no jet-lag once we all arrive. Accommodations will be provided by MeticulousMick (you OK with that MM?), and I'll buy the first couple of rounds at the corner pub.... Continue Reading →
Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You For this challenge, we want to keep it simple: share a photograph with a prominent color (or assortment of colors) that reveals more about you. It could be a symbolic, meaningful shade; a color that expresses how you currently feel; or a combination of colors that excites you... Continue Reading →
“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.” Georgia O’Keefe
meticulusmick posted a gallery of Irish bright green photographs. He put out a challenge not too difficult to deal with: show a bit of Portland Oregon green. Portland's real colours are a few weeks away according to the weather man, but this sampling is just a wee bit of what is to come in my small... Continue Reading →
Do you ever find it difficult to put into words…words that capture the event…that do justice to every sensory, audible and emotion felt? Can you convey, really convey what happened? Can you describe the experience as whole and not just parts of the whole? Can you adequately describe what the mind imprinted, and what now... Continue Reading →
There’s something to be said about the English language. Language can be directionally challenged. Final destination or designation unknown. Which brings me to My Reader who is currently knee-deep in the “to-ma-toe” versus “toe-may-toe” dispute. Having said that...add nuance, syntax, stuff and other stuff. The question is: Is it allowable to be knackered in your... Continue Reading →
It is difficult to fathom that summer is quickly but quietly eroding into another season. "What happened to all those sun-filled days?" will soon be a question asked by all true-blue Portlandians who long for sun weather, but also wet weather...and then continually complain about both. No matter. My Reader is polishing the wellies (including... Continue Reading →
What can you write about…a bench? Why would you write about a bench? It is something you sit on. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and materials. Bench. Ordinary. You can sit on a bench alone. With a friend. With many friends. Old and young. With strangers. Old or young. Benches can be found…anywhere. In... Continue Reading →
Time off for good behavior (defined loosely) has its benefits: time to organize and re-organize whatever needs to be moved, washed and dried, thrown-out, recycled...or just left alone. Once upon a time, after becoming a widow at an early age...and finally finishing my Art Education degree so I could keep family and soul together...it became... Continue Reading →
I turned sixty-four last year...which means, by the sequential rules of maths, I will turn sixty-five this year. My birthday is several months away but My Reader knows and understands that the light bulb has been glowing but has not been fully illuminated to the albeit dimly lit, soon-to-be reality of the happy sixty-five birthday... Continue Reading →
OVERHEARD: two women, seated, waiting for their afternoon bus to arrive...one is knitting furiously talking to a seatmate who is watching her and has commented on her obvious talent, "....I guess I get it from my Mother, although she didn't knit...."
It is a dark and rainy night. It was also dark and rainy today. Portland "gets" 120 inches of rain supposedly in a three-year span. In case you, My Reader, are interested...forget the three-year span and think...today. Rain coming down in sheets. From above. From the side, back and front. No matter. Which makes being... Continue Reading →
Jots from a Small Apt. 