Sundown where I am
is sunup to someone else,
a world’s width away.
Photo © Patrick JenningsSundown ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #351
Her crayon goes from Sun to Earth,
thru a window and some glassware,
and then a little farther still.
She scribbles nonsense on a wall.
Yes, using the category [ekphrastic poetry] would be more accurate than using the category [haiga]. The word [ekphrastic] is way too dysphonious for describing any kind of poetry I might like, so I pretend that the poem is a haiku. Close enough?
Ah, such a cheery yellow graces the month of September. Alas, ragweed flowers out of sight at the same time, giving goldenrod a bad rep among some people with hay fever. While ragweed sheds pollen to the whims of the wind, goldenrod holds pollen that will be picked up and transported by insect pollinators. You’re not likely to inhale any goldenrod pollen unless a bee crawls up your nose.
Riding the wind and
calm about impermanence,
clouds form and vanish.
Calm ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #348
From a distant sun,
some light finds another sun
and can shine again.
Glowing yellow like the sun,
spider waits for prey to come.
Like many juvenile birds, this male cardinal sat still and looked befuddled, then changed position a little, and then sat still and looked befuddled. With his face centered in the focus frame and a moderately fast shutter speed, he should have been in focus. My camera’s autofocus probably got distracted by the twigs all around him. While my camera has good manual overrides for most of its automatic choices, its manual focusing is a lame joke. So I made lemonade from lemons with the final line of my haiku.
Memories linger
tho nobody is still here
to remember them.
Visit Lingering to see the inspiration.
Redden, then blacken,
then become any color
in a bird’s feathers.
double or single
“Rose of Sharon” or “Althea”
sunny or cloudy
Stoneware bowl
imagines being …
balsa bird.
When they bloom,
each day is sunny.
Food’s good too.
I glanced down and broke stride just in time to avoid stepping on this snake, then took some photos. I was briefly puzzled that the snake seemed to have chosen dappled sun for basking when full sun was available, but the whole driveway may well have been in dappled sun when the snake chose a spot earlier in the morning. It’s more fun to imagine that the snake had to rethink choosing looks over practicality.
While shoehorns with short handles make me bend over too much, those with long handles slip off my heel prematurely. The intermediate length of a big serving spoon’s handle works well. The bowl of the spoon cradles my heel and stays there until I want it to move. Shoehorns are too flat for cradling.
Tho slow at learning physical skills, I got the hang of using the spoon as a shoehorn quickly. The trick is to tilt the handle forward while lifting the spoon out from between heel and shoe. (Pulling straight up would scrap the edge of the bowl along the Achilles tendon.) The lower leg is in the way, so a slight tilt to the side is needed along with the forward tilt. This is simpler than it sounds. If I can do it easily, so can most people w/o specific disabilities.
Does the spoon really need to be brushed stainless steel like mine? No, but it does need a thin bowl that is smooth on the outside as well as the inside. Go for metal to be sure. The spoon will last forever and be seen often, so it’s worthwhile to get one that’s eye-friendly.
Mellow Curmudgeon 