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Highs and lows


I’m going to bed, and will forget About wrestling with a horrible internet; But my own praises quickly sing Re rising to the heights in gardening Then one-forty-nine steps went scrambling down With crab from the depths to play the … Continue reading

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A Sea-lection (Mainly) of Boundaries


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Boundaries.” © Colonialist October 2015 (WordPress)

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Static, Dramatic and Ecstatic Monochromatic and Achromatic


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.” Monochromatic properly refers to any picture predominately in tones of one shade, so it doesn’t have to be confined to greyscale.  This rather hypnotic one of beach sand seems to fit. … Continue reading

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Inspiration and Expiration, and Sea and Sky.


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Inspiration.” I really do aspire To be a flyer, higher – These are some things you may see Viewing from our property … Inspiration’s breathing in, Expiration breathing out; If more … Continue reading

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Si, Si, a Really Awfully Soggy Muse


Si, Si, a Really In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”  A Sea-nic bit of a Muse Meant Let’s see, I sea-k my photo muse? You’d never guess the sea-ne I’d choose … Whatever sea-son it may … Continue reading

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On the Way; or Down the Road Apiece …


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “On the Way.” This road is  about thirty seconds away from our front gate, and is the one most often followed when going anywhere.   Going anywhere usually involves a left turn halfway down the hill.  … Continue reading

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Of this and that with no rhyme, reason or pictures.


  Formatting a novel in preparation for an edit has kept me out of mischief  for the past couple of days and late into the nights.  In fact, I slept through the arrival of some 30 mongooses on the front … Continue reading

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