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Daily Diversion #96: Playing Hooky

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I have so  much writing and editing to do this weekend. My to-do list numbers in the dozens. Before I get the productivity ball rolling, I need to unwind. Today, this means Margaritas and silliness with my best friend. Check this space tomorrow for normal posts. Until then, I am unwinding.

Parrot on the shoulder

Parrot on the shoulder, and one of my favourite wordsmiths on my chest.

“Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.”-Patti Smith

Margaritas

Margaritas

Daily Diversion #94: All Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go

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The lonely tree covered with a coat of snow, a snow coat. All dressed up with nowhere to go.

The lonely tree covered with a coat of snow, a snow coat. All dressed up with nowhere to go. Still guarding my window, whilst playing host to his new friends.

“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.”-George Santayana

Daily Diversion #92: Duncan MacDogg

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Duncan does not have literary interests like his feline sister. He prefers to run around like a cyclone, chasing shadows. He’s hard to photograph because he is rarely still. Even when caught in a moment of relaxation, he starts bouncing around as soon as he sees the glint of the phone or camera, trying to find, then kill, the light source. Thank goodness for the existence of the burst shot.

Duncan in a moment of stillness.

Duncan in a moment of stillness.

“Not Carnegie, Vanderbilt, and Astor together could have raised money enough to buy a quarter share in my little dog.”-Ernest Thompson Seton

Daily Diversion #91: At My Window, Sad and Lonely*

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There lives a tree, just outside my window…

Lonely Tree, Take One

Lonely Tree, Take One

He stands watch over our urban street, nature’s guardian lost in a maze of manufacturing buildings. If he moves his branches just so, other trees come within view. Across the way, down the road. They have their own concerns; he is alone.

Lonely Tree, Take Two

Lonely Tree, Take Two

Telephone poles, wires, patchy squirrels, delicate birds, and empty water bottles interact with him fleetingly, coldly. I wonder if they even speak the same language? Continue reading →