Birds of A Feather

seagullsA flock of seagulls gathering on the beach at Cedar Point in Ohio. A pair of shadows that look like a bird’s beak is actually the fence perimeter of the park.
Perched canaries
Blue and yellow canaries perched on bare tree branches in a bird habitat. Birds of a feather flock together.


In Response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Gathering

The Final Which Way

Cee Neuner, a wonderful photographer, is putting out her final Which Way Challenge this week. Sob. I’ve had fun with it, doing it on occasional on and off weeks when I had the inspiration and pictures to use. Here are just some pictures from my archives that show “The Way”.
 Down the Beach Staircase in the Lincoln home City of Springfield 3D layout This is a place frozen in timeAnd some “NO” signs
No Diving
nosmoking

Cee’s Which Way Challenge: 2015 Week #38 

Odd Ball Challenge: 2015 Week #23

0510151209-00This cake was supposed to say “Happy Mother’s Day” but the creator must have had a brain fart or was distracted and wrote “Happy Brother’s Day”. Being that this cake was meant for my mom on Mother’s Day, I guess I got a little recognition as well 🙂 This cake obviously wasn’t done by a professional.
Don't sit on meDuring me and my family’s stay in Hell, Michigan, we visited Scream’s Icecream Shop. There was a lot of weird looking stuff in there, many of it Hell/Halloween themed, but this chair was one of the funniest and uniquest things I discovered.
The “ninja door” in Holt, Michigan that I always see on the way to plasma donation. And this building is a karate school so I believe it was intentional. Anyone who fails the school must get kicked out the “ninja door” 😀
Devil butt
Another odd thing from Hell…Michigan and I don’t know what else to say.
Camels
One of the oddest animals in the world. Just what are those humps for?
Blinded by the light
An unintentional result of sunlight obscuring the picture.
Day 17 - Lampshade
And the oddest of all, my dad.

P is for Paradise

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“Paradise” by macbofisbil – 2006
Time to leave this town
This godforsaken town
And get away from it all
Live a life of dreams
Have my doors be way tall

My paradise would be halfway cross the world
Wearing faded cutoff jeans
I’d be sipping from a foggy glass of
Sweet pina colada
Crashing waves, birdie screams

My back in a chair
Feet in the hot sand
Nothing but blue sky
And the beat of a slow jam

No troubles, no worries
No job, no tasks
It’s the kind of moment
Only ones in a fairytale could ask

It’s the typical image of paradise
Most dream of, but are alluded
Since reality is still here
And money can’t be muted

There is however
A paradise not far
Resides in my mind
A fantasyland under stars
Where I can dream all day
Until the sun sets down
Until reality snaps me back to life
And I’m back in my little ordinary town

April A to Z Challenge

BATZAP by Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

The Metaphorical Fog

I’ll fight my way through the darkness, finding the writer in me,

Pushing through that dense fog, vanquishing with brilliancy;

Recalling summer days, when I was brimming with potential,

And those cold winter nights, when all was uneventful

In mid-evening, I strolled along that sandy encrusted shoreline,

Heard the waves crash, the ship’s horn call in rhyme;

The beast in the distance, eyeing me with vague mystery,

Bare feet on a warm bed of proverbial hot tamales

Unable to see clearly for the light that shines on the bay,

This hark feat of nature, the thing that blocks my way;

Looking through the clouds, for thy shape that is great,

Struggling through well run dry, rolling the red tape

The great thing about writing, it’s either a half full or empty glass:

You either look to the future or stay stuck in troubled past

For much of it all, does not deal with cemented perfection;

This metaphorical fog, it’s always causing digression

I hear the seagulls cry, scattering along the endless beach,

My mind sinking in quicksand, striking with careful beats

#Writing201