This is my version. I am sure there are extra branches. I was getting dizzy at one point. I did the best I could. If you look closely, the tree is looking at her!
Monday, March 28, 2011
Strange Tree
I saw this on Linda and her Twaddle. It reminded me of The Wizard of Oz movie and the walk through the scary forest. If you remember Dorthy and the scarecrow got the trees to throw apples at them so she could have something to eat.
This is my version. I am sure there are extra branches. I was getting dizzy at one point. I did the best I could. If you look closely, the tree is looking at her!
This is my version. I am sure there are extra branches. I was getting dizzy at one point. I did the best I could. If you look closely, the tree is looking at her!
Complaint Department
My visits and views are way up, for me anyway. I have been doing this for about two years and my posts are now scattered across the internet cloud in cyber space. I am on my way to 600 posts, should be there soon. Big numbers used to amaze me, not anymore.
I started a poem blog a year ago or so, right now at about 70 post. Visits there are very sporadic, sometimes you can hear crickets. So quiet. But I am most proud of them. When I started, my mind was chock full of thoughts. Now my emotions are my guide to putting words to paper, so to speak.
I have been on a drawing path lately, trying to see if I have any hidden talent. It is a year long journey to see if I can get good at it. So far the comments on my art have been kind, but I am sure that will change over time.
But let me get to my point. On my poem site, some comments have been of the lecturing kind, how I am doing it all wrong, blah blah blah. But they liked the poem! I looked up poetry on Wikipedia and there were two or three pages on the different styles of poetry, so it made me wonder what style I should use to make them happy. I came up with a two or three words per line to express the thoughts I am trying to share. It is comfortable for me. If I tried to use rhyme and meter and all the stuff of classical writing, as they tried to get us to do in high school, I wouldn't write a thing.
One comment on my music videos that I posted said they loved my taste in music. Later on the same person told me they were boring old stuff. I have about 50 years of music to pull from my memory banks and it makes me happy.
I do get a few complaints on my sentence structure, syntax, tense and so on. I am from Chicago where people often end sentences in prepositions. It is a lifestyle in talking and writing. I am amused when I am shown how to write. I would not ever do that in return. Words and meanings vary around the world, English is not the same from state to state, let alone from country to country. Who am I to judge? But it appears I am judged.
It is tough to show with the printed word a moment of levity, amusement, eye rolling, all in good fun. If you have known me for awhile you know that I am always looking for a laugh, life is tough enough as it is. I love bad puns, ( is there any other kind? ), funny pictures, something to bring tears to my eyes from laughing so hard. I will make fun of myself, laugh with me then at me, but some people don't get it.
To those whom I have offended, I apologize.
To those who wonder why I put a comma here, not here, why this word, not this word, sorry, I am doing my best. Thank goodness for spellcheck. Things would be very bad without it.
To those who don't like how I write my poetry, and I stress the my, I guess you won't be stopping by any time soon.
As for my music, I have varied tastes, I am open to much, from classical to opera to rock and roll. If it touches me, makes me reach for the volume not the off button, it will be put in the like column or the love column. It would be funny to show what is on my I Pod right now.
I treat people with respect they deserve until they show the don't deserve it. I don't prejudge people. Their words and actions will tell much about them, rather quickly I might add.
You might not know that I can be very charming. It must be because many women have told me so. No, sadly, that does not lead to other things!
I love meeting people from around the world. My workplace gives me that opportunity. They are happy to share some insights of home, because I ask and they tell me. And they are pleased that someone wants to know about them.
To all that stop by and say something, thank you. To those that critique, be my guest. I will read and listen. Just don't judge me too harshly. I hope to make you laugh or think or tap your feet. I reveal much about myself with every word.
I am not the village idiot, but we are related!
Much like when I write a poem, the words must come to end.
It must be coffee time.
Ray
I started a poem blog a year ago or so, right now at about 70 post. Visits there are very sporadic, sometimes you can hear crickets. So quiet. But I am most proud of them. When I started, my mind was chock full of thoughts. Now my emotions are my guide to putting words to paper, so to speak.
I have been on a drawing path lately, trying to see if I have any hidden talent. It is a year long journey to see if I can get good at it. So far the comments on my art have been kind, but I am sure that will change over time.
But let me get to my point. On my poem site, some comments have been of the lecturing kind, how I am doing it all wrong, blah blah blah. But they liked the poem! I looked up poetry on Wikipedia and there were two or three pages on the different styles of poetry, so it made me wonder what style I should use to make them happy. I came up with a two or three words per line to express the thoughts I am trying to share. It is comfortable for me. If I tried to use rhyme and meter and all the stuff of classical writing, as they tried to get us to do in high school, I wouldn't write a thing.
One comment on my music videos that I posted said they loved my taste in music. Later on the same person told me they were boring old stuff. I have about 50 years of music to pull from my memory banks and it makes me happy.
I do get a few complaints on my sentence structure, syntax, tense and so on. I am from Chicago where people often end sentences in prepositions. It is a lifestyle in talking and writing. I am amused when I am shown how to write. I would not ever do that in return. Words and meanings vary around the world, English is not the same from state to state, let alone from country to country. Who am I to judge? But it appears I am judged.
It is tough to show with the printed word a moment of levity, amusement, eye rolling, all in good fun. If you have known me for awhile you know that I am always looking for a laugh, life is tough enough as it is. I love bad puns, ( is there any other kind? ), funny pictures, something to bring tears to my eyes from laughing so hard. I will make fun of myself, laugh with me then at me, but some people don't get it.
To those whom I have offended, I apologize.
To those who wonder why I put a comma here, not here, why this word, not this word, sorry, I am doing my best. Thank goodness for spellcheck. Things would be very bad without it.
To those who don't like how I write my poetry, and I stress the my, I guess you won't be stopping by any time soon.
As for my music, I have varied tastes, I am open to much, from classical to opera to rock and roll. If it touches me, makes me reach for the volume not the off button, it will be put in the like column or the love column. It would be funny to show what is on my I Pod right now.
I treat people with respect they deserve until they show the don't deserve it. I don't prejudge people. Their words and actions will tell much about them, rather quickly I might add.
You might not know that I can be very charming. It must be because many women have told me so. No, sadly, that does not lead to other things!
I love meeting people from around the world. My workplace gives me that opportunity. They are happy to share some insights of home, because I ask and they tell me. And they are pleased that someone wants to know about them.
To all that stop by and say something, thank you. To those that critique, be my guest. I will read and listen. Just don't judge me too harshly. I hope to make you laugh or think or tap your feet. I reveal much about myself with every word.
I am not the village idiot, but we are related!
Much like when I write a poem, the words must come to end.
It must be coffee time.
Ray
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Change Of Art
I felt stuck lately on doing faces, not happy with the results'
Here is a quick landscape drawing.
Grass, rocks, water flowing, trees.
A change of pace.
Literally,
back to the drawing board.
Ray
Saturday, March 26, 2011
It's Almost Time For The Twaddle Adventure
Oxfam Trailwalker Melbourne click here to donate.
April 1st the race begins.
Keep in mind that Australia is a day and 3 hours ahead of us, on the east coast anyway.
You can still donate to the Oxfam Trail Walker Race in Melbourne, Australia.
Linda and her mates ( a team of four) will be walking 100 k ( 60 miles ) for charity, that will someday have a race here in the States. I suggest you start training now if you are interested.
Her team name is Stepping For Lives.
You can check her progress here.
Oxfam Trailwalker
Melbourne
Estimated time will be 28 hours of walking. The race takes them along trails and underbrush, steep inclines and involves walking at night. This is not the marathon races we have here, on nicely paved streets.
It takes much inner resolve, a competitive nature, endurance, and of course being in shape to start and finish such an endeavor.
A tip of the hat goes to Linda and her crew! May your race be a safe and successful journey!
Ray
April 1st the race begins.
Keep in mind that Australia is a day and 3 hours ahead of us, on the east coast anyway.
You can still donate to the Oxfam Trail Walker Race in Melbourne, Australia.
Linda and her mates ( a team of four) will be walking 100 k ( 60 miles ) for charity, that will someday have a race here in the States. I suggest you start training now if you are interested.
Her team name is Stepping For Lives.
You can check her progress here.
Oxfam Trailwalker
Melbourne
Estimated time will be 28 hours of walking. The race takes them along trails and underbrush, steep inclines and involves walking at night. This is not the marathon races we have here, on nicely paved streets.
It takes much inner resolve, a competitive nature, endurance, and of course being in shape to start and finish such an endeavor.
A tip of the hat goes to Linda and her crew! May your race be a safe and successful journey!
Ray
Friday, March 25, 2011
Florida's Driest Winter In 80 Years
Close view across the water
a large drop off from the high point of the water
The feeder pipe for our lawn sprinkler system
normally not seen
longer view showing the large drop off of water
I don't remember the last time it rained.
We had a very cold winter. (for Florida)
A very dry spring so far.
This will not be good for farmers and
your food bill.
Global warming is a myth.
Really?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Is It Just Me?
Does it seem strange to you that countries that have oil all seem to be having revolutions, one after another?
And that when one country whose ruler didn't want to leave, the U.N. evoked a no fly zone and the allies are bombing the palace of the leader?
And where did the rebels get all those weapons? And where is the money coming from?
I think someone is playing hardball out there.
And that when one country whose ruler didn't want to leave, the U.N. evoked a no fly zone and the allies are bombing the palace of the leader?
And where did the rebels get all those weapons? And where is the money coming from?
I think someone is playing hardball out there.
If I could write like this......
It was in the latter days of September, and the equinoctial gales had set in with exceptional violence. All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognize the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilization, like untamed beasts in a cage. As evening drew in, the storm grew higher and louder, and the wind cried and sobbed like a child in the chimney.
My thoughts
One can hear the roar of the wind, the shaking of the house, rains pelting the windows and doors, causing some discomfort in ones mind, hoping the home can withstand the fury of nature.
I have always admired his writing, just wanted to share.
Ray
From the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes,
The Five Orange Pips,
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
My thoughts
One can hear the roar of the wind, the shaking of the house, rains pelting the windows and doors, causing some discomfort in ones mind, hoping the home can withstand the fury of nature.
I have always admired his writing, just wanted to share.
Ray
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