Three blind mice
Delusional, Diplomatic, and Do-Do (pronounced doe doe)
See how they run
To his mama, to the stars and into walls
They all ran after the farmer’s wife
Who happened to be a surf photographer
She cut off their tails with a carving knife
Sounds violent, she shoots surfers and peace signs
You’ve never seen such a sight in your life
As the whole line up shooting you a bird
Three blind mice
I’ve seen the light-through the hole in my heart
That’s why I allowed myself to miss a great shot!
Too much bad ju ju
But, on the other hand, I have to wonder
What kind of artist am I to have missed that shot!
One seeking peace.
What a conundrum
~ I still feel small when I’m standing by the ocean ~
I give credit to God and my mother for all good things in my life.
I’m sure my father would agree.
I Am An Old Woman. When I listen to John Pryne’s song, I go somewhere else. A place deep in my being. A road that smells of creosote. A bridge with snakes. A runaway pony, in a ring filled with color. People with cowboy hats and flags and a bingo hall; bowing our heads and being lead in prayer.
Choose what you wear.Choose the colors of your clothes.Choose where you live.Choose the car you drive.Choose your friends.Choose what you read.Choose to drink.Choose not to drink.Choose where you go to school.Choose the board you ride.Choose the wave you take.Choose your favorite break.Choose what you eat.Choose what you don’t eat.
But let’s get serious. Choose wisely~your next camera lens.
Today is Veteran’s Day. And my heart goes out to all who have lost a loved one to war, and a sincere, feeling of gratitude, to all who have returned home.
Earlier I was watching a movie, about war. It had one split second scene, of a soldier’s blood. Two seconds, at the most, and I felt the impact of what that image conveyed. A U.S. soldier’s blood was spilt on foreign soil.
Art and images are powerful and open to interpretation, as are words. Continue reading Freedom of Speech
I think of my family through the day; way, way too much. I just remembered how my Dad, with drink in hand, would look at me and then at my mother and say ~ “Those Cokes are really bad for the kids.”
From gossip-filled chit-chat, to hate-filled tweets, life can be a roller-coaster.
Imagine a world-where people preferred to confess their own sins, instead of those of others.