First of all, HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all my American friends! On December 11th last year, an apartment complex that I pass on one of my walking routes burned. It wasn’t totally destroyed but has been unliveable these many months as it’s being repaired. Though it's not the most beautiful subject, there is something compelling about… Continue reading Layered deconstruction
Fleeting Magic morning light paints me Yellow Submarine bell bottoms © 2017 by V. Nesdoly (All rights reserved) *************** This is my Summer Shorts poem for July 30th, when the Capture Your 365 (#CY365) photo prompt was Fleetiing. For those who don’t remember those wonderful Beatles days and the art style that was all the… Continue reading Fleeting
Ghostly visible as winter’s “Fresh Blueberries” summer’s Christmas scene © 2017 by Violet Nesdoly *********** I photographed the Christmas scene above last August when we were visiting the kids up north. I wondered how many times I had passed it and not even seen it. It made me think of other things we see and… Continue reading Ghostly visible
Parade—band, balloons horses, bulls, flags, floats, tractors and candy vultures! © 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) *********** It’s parade season! These photos were taken last year when we were visiting the kids/grandkids in Dawson Creek. The Friday noon parade introduced a weekend of rodeo fun! For more poetry fun, visit Poetry Friday, hosted… Continue reading Parade!
One of the things we did on our holiday was go to the Dawson Creek Rodeo. What a fun afternoon and evening in a stadium that looked out on picturesque prairie. It was like being on the set of Heartland! What I love to do at rodeos is to challenge myself with getting shots of… Continue reading Rodeo Senryu
I seem to have impatience in my DNA. WAIT—Holly Mueller's one-little-word for 2016—would probably be a good choice of a word for me one of these years. In the spiritual realm we've been told quite plainly to wait for God—to reveal the next step, to act on our behalf, to bring about His desired result,… Continue reading On the Threshold
The last few weeks have felt unusually busy. When that happens, I find it hard to get in the poem-writing zone. Last weekend was a case in point. It was Canadian Thanksgiving. We had the kids and grandkids here for a visit. It was such fun, but there was hardly a minute left over for… Continue reading The grandma poet
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