How often do you look at yourself in a mirror? This is one of those questions that is grist for the internet. Some studies say women look at themselves more than men while other sources claim men actually view themselves more than women. Whatever. I am forced to look at myself when I shave, usuallyContinue reading “Looking in the Mirror…”
Category Archives: humor
Junk Too Beautiful to Toss
I have a copper “sink” that’s been outside enriching its patina for nearly ten years. I tried using it as a planter, but that was a fail. Now it has protected junk status.
Fast Fiction: The Ploy
Nick was a master of pick up lines in The Ploy at http://twivelist.wordpress.com. Stories every Sunday. This one is from the vault, first appearing as “Fitzgerald” in June, 2014.
Horror Photo
I enjoy taking photos of abandoned “barns.” This week I got more than I bargained for….a ghoul of some sort staring out of a window in a Carmel structure for sale. Didn’t hit me until I enlarged the photo at home. There’s something in there!
Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel
I need time to think, thought the squirrel, High up in a tree in the middle of winter. Yes, it was the exact center of the season When collecting acorns Should be done. But he had none. Months of play Did so pass Until he was Out of gas. Kaput Without A nut. Maybe thinkingContinue reading “Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel”
Let the Prep Work Begin…
Here’s an action shot of Anne slicing celery yesterday as the two of us shelter in with three dogs on the holiday. Note Ivan’s look when he was denied access to the kitchen by my tripod.
Every Chair Tells a Story…
I’ve been walking past this abandoned building in Carmel for ten years. Maybe it is a garage, or artist’s studio of historical importance, hence, there are often long delays in obtaining permits to fix it up. Recently I noticed a rusty folding chair has been placed in front, perhaps, for purposes of contemplation, or aContinue reading “Every Chair Tells a Story…”
Fast Fiction: Reality Check
Read it now at http://twivelist.wordpress.com. Fast Fiction every Sunday.
Where Are My Hiking Socks?
Yesterday two of our dogs pulled apart what had been my favorite pair of worn out hiking socks. I donated them for the cause: keeping dogs occupied during the pandemic. They always battle to a draw.
