… barks at radiators and refrigerators
and anything audible that stops and starts
as it can’t hurt to be alert:
the world is so huge and overwhelming
with the universal stench of humans
and a tiny dog at home is so very alone,
even having to pee where other dogs will
never smell.
a ghost passenger for a ghost bus? the shadow knows.
The bus arrived… eventually…
(To be fair, the bus was actually running pretty much on time, but it surely did not seem that way in the wind and the cold.)
…when it’s 10°?
Actually, yes. Every sparrow who’s ever condescended to speak to me has testified that it’s almost cozy in the bushes. If you’re a sparrow, I suppose…
Photo by Roman.
Photo by Roman.
Indulge me, please, for my obsession with shadows and light. And why these? What a contrast they have with their rough, almost crude canvass.
It’s almost inevitable: The dog wants to smell my pictures and the camera can’t resist a ludicrously exaggerated nose. Well, who could? Not me.
At 42° North, I do believe we’re rather much north of the northern horse latitudes but on this drear January day, Lake Michigan was putting on a good imitation of a languid ocean.
At 42° North, the sun still rises in January but never quite makes it out of bed.
Photos by Roman.
Photo / Graphic by Roman.
it’s nonsense! nonsense i tell you: utter bunkum!
the force fields are fully engaged
to send any and all
circling a wormhole drain
around a realm of imagination
where nothing and everything
is down the drain
including the drain
Photo / graphic by Roman.
Photo by Roman.
Is that a cheap trick? It may not be precisely the same image that I posted several weeks ago but here again is a gas burner gussied-up as something far more dramatic and fanciful.
To be fair, sometimes doing this can be fun. Label a what-am-i-looking-at and the suggestion pops to the top amid a cloud of alternate possibilities, almost like a chord.
Did this do that for you? Well, whatever turns you on… I do like the image, as mundane as it may be. But twice may be too much and aliens too obvious.
Whatever. My alternate idea, discussing my humble opinion on the future prospects for human space travel, would have been seriously depressing.
Though maybe as fanciful.
People say we’ll muddle through but in truth we muddle ’till we’re through.
Yip Abides 