Oh little piggie...

Should we get a little pig, soft and sweet, porky meat... We won't eat that little pig but we'll watch him grow real big.  Will the wildlife all around leave pig alone or take him off the ground?  I'll decide in about an hour, later, later, after a shower.  Winter is coming, snow too, will little piggy wear winter shoes? Will he be content at home in the chicken house all alone?! Won't he wish he was home with mum? He'll eat leftovers and cat food, he'll be hungry and fed real good.  We'll walk him around the yard, make an obstacle course and then reward.  What will little piggie's name be...? Harry, Burtie or just Bacon?

FLIP SIDE

There's another world under here
Between the sheets
Blue and deep
Hills and valleys
Puddles and pools
Follow the line
Swim hard and go deep
My sweet
Foot traffic feels good
Lips lock and should
Now go deep my sweet
It's our world
We don't need air
We're swimming
So go deep
My sweet
It's our watery retreat

ZIG ZAG

Zig zag
Up for air
Zig zag
No fear
Flash mob
No ones hear
Just you and me dear
Don't stop it's sweet
Hold tight
It's a dream
We were hungry
So we ate
Stuffed full
Licked the plate

--Party!!

It's all been said before, but it's the perspective that makes all the difference... Sometimes we meet people who for one small reason or another make a big difference in our lives.  I met someone who although seemed insipid at the time, ended up being an irrational force in my life.  So we find ourselves weaving through a myriad of puzzling maizes....we are dying or so we thought and then Wam, we get hit by a force so natural, so inviting, so comfortable we can only hope this means something.  Anything.    I don't walk around waiting for such instances, as a matter of fact I live in a constant state of contented ness so much so that it scares me.  I am happy with my choices and happy with my growth.  But as human nature would have it, I think we all find ourselves occasionally at a crossroads.  One where the stop sign screams stop but the black and white arrow points ahead.  What to do..... What to do???  Stay the course, frame the shot and take the picture.  It's not an answer, but it's a choice.  It is very painful to get to the ultimate shot but maybe it's the search in getting there that really matters.
D. Adams

Driving#Eyesopen#pics

I don't know about you but when I'm driving along and see something that catches my eye, I want to stop immediately and get that picture.  Along with this need for instant gratification might come an alarming bit of radical driving.... All I'm saying is that when I stop in the middle of the road (due to no turn-off or berm), I am merely taking the chance that no car will rear-end me or vise-versa.  That said, funky turn arounds and radical road run-offs can lead to:   A.  muddy wheels and tires   B. scaring the wildlife  C. auto wreckage  
D. a traffic citation or  E.  possibly the most idealistic photo one has ever thought of taking! The latter being a dream.  Yesterday for instance, I was caught at one hell of a spot.  Cars were zooming past the T intersection as I approached.  The farmer and tractor I wished to catch on camera were behind and to the right of me.  I could not pull out and stop in traffic and I could not reverse.  So what does one do in this defining moment?  Put the window down, point and shoot... Yes, while driving!  Now I know this photo most likely won't be salvageable.  But I guess the point is:  Devotion!  Love!  Rapture! And a little bit of crazy.  

Cheers!

Ants and Blooms

Turns out our Grandmother's Peony flowers need a little coaxing from Mother Nature and ANTS!  So this year as I peruse through my landscape, I have been finding ant hills too close to the house.  I'm certainly not an ANT hater.  It's just that when the little guys make their way onto ones feet and legs and start biting... I want reform.  They've marched through snow and mud to stay alive, I'm not going to spray them.  But one thing we can do is move them to those Peony plants.  That's right folks, those beautiful blooms wouldn't bloom as early without the help of those ants!  The ants actually eat the wax off of the blooms which helps the bud open.  Ants are also known to enjoy the nectar.  Some people will argue with these statements and so be it.  I haven't been alive 200 years but I have seen ants on my peonies for many years running.  Check it out and enjoy those beautiful Blooms!