Warning, mild adult content and politcal incorrectness

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Global Warming, your ass, Al Gore
I say Global Warming be damned!
Here it is, the Ides of April,
And snowing as fast as it can!!!

Or, to paraphrase the renowned Mr Barth for the sake of a PG rating...
"Global Warming! Go F... freaking figure!

No bovines here, just cold snowvines!

The snow blanketed the world in cold, white stillness.

Birds in Snow

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Here, even in dawn’s bitter cold
I hear the birds rejoice.
Oh, God teach me a song of praise
Give me a joyful voice.

An Odd Sort of Day...

The closing of an awkward day
Amid a busy week.
Solutions that I tried to find,
Problems I didn’t seek,
The little ups and downs that come
But never seem to stay;
They flutter through, make themselves known,
And then they go away.
So now I settle down a while,
My bible and my tea
Will soothe the restless turbulence
That lingers within me.
Then I will bid the day good night,
What I could do is done.
I’ll have to do the rest of it
Beneath tomorrow’s sun

Taking a well needed day off from responsibilities

A day spent in peace, a day of grace
A day spent cleaning my little place
A day of dusting, of mop and broom
Of airing the house and my bedroom.
The clothes are washed and folded away
I’m ready to face a brand new day.
It all looks sparkly, shiny and bright
And I’m feeling better, all is right.
A wonderful shift in attitude
Who’d guess that cleaning improves your mood?!!

A Study in Light and Darksiders

Photos courtesy of Dustin and Kerlina Vinyard

Photos from the Rally at Freedom Bridge

First the children of the Light!



































All sorts of ways to say "Thank you, We love you!"
















































































And all sorts of folk came to say just that!









































The heroes of past wars came to support
the heroes of this war. They don't forget
how it felt to face this sort of disrespect...






























































And they don't forget the old traitors....








































And here come the darksiders... Ironically, they
march in under a billboard in support of the troops!!
Ah, cruel irony!!

Of Course, they took themselves seriously...

But, I mean... They didn't really expect us to

do so did they? Did they?

Of course, they didn't!

So, of course, we took them less than seriously....

And two points of view on the same

Weasel, I mean, subject... No, I mean Weasel!

Yes, Democracy is a messy thing, an in your face thing,

an important thing. Everyone has their say, right or

wrong. I'm just glad I'm right in this case!!!

Night Clouds

The ghosts of night drift on the wind,
Skittishly slipping by
Between the treetops and the stars.
The ghosts of the night sky.

The ghosts of night drift on the wind
Secret and hushed they fly;
Whispering songs to the stars they pass.
The ghosts of the night sky.

The ghosts of the night drift on the wind;
Whisking by, fleet and spry,
Sharing no secrets with the earth.
The ghosts of the night sky.

Too Long Away

She wandered lonely in the night,
And wept throughout the day.
The winter sun brought light, not warmth;
And then light died away.
The Dryad tasted salty tears;
She held them not at bay.
Exhaustion shredding every thought,
Except those of dismay.

She strayed too long away from home,
The shady wood and rill,
She’s lost within harsh winter’s grasp,
Bound by its bitter chill.
The keening of her weary heart
The breaking of her will
The cracking of the winter ice…
And then the world was still.

Long hours, lots of work, it's good to be busy. This weekend I'll rest, cry, refresh, renew. No wait... I'm going shooting with friends on Sat, meeting with new friends on Sat night and working on Sunday. Okay, but next weekend.... No, not then either.

Too long away from my haven. Too Long Away.