Always Five After

 

 

 

I really liked the painting over the fireplace

but at the time I tried to snap a picture of it

I was wearing an eye patch.

 

Had I held the camera up to my good eye

when I took the picture I may have gotten
the shot I wanted instead of this.

 

 

The small container on the stack of books was

purchased at J. Peterman many years ago.

 

It contains dried seeds and a powder

that has a fragrance so pleasantly mystical

that even the slightest whiff stops time.

I know this because exactly 12 hours ago
was when I opened the lid and took a smell
and I can see it is still five after.



 

 

 

 

 



Man vs Squirrel

After a few failed attempts I believe I have finally placed a bird feeder in the backyard that the squirrels cannot immediately empty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This picture was taken three minutes

after the feeder was hung and it was still full.

 

 

 

 

 

We'll go ahead and consider this a success.

 

 

 

 

 

 

However...

 

 

 

 

That night we discovered

another interested party.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



She was always more of an arsonist than a chef

 

 

 

and one of the few people who can burn water.

 

 

The 500th Post

 

 

Thank you for missing me.

 

 

 

(Still kid friendly - and now with Sea Salt)



Sometimes People Find Their Way Into Your Heart

 

 

On far too many occasions

they find their way into this building.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is for my good friend Sam who always wanted to be a model.

I would have taken more pictures but the boss thought we were goofing off.

 

 

 



Cache for the Antiqurian

I have buried a gem somewhere in this blog.  I have labored over it with intense focus and passion.  It was never intended as a game but simply placed there to delight its finder.  Not unlike an archeological dig but using keyboard and monitor instead of shovel and lantern to unearth bones of thought.

Time, with its erosive nature may ultimately distort, but with gentle brushing - careful to remove superfluous punctuation and adjusting for any change of tense the gem will shine and the underlying philosophy will remain intact.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Ponderous Whiff

 

 

 

 

   

The Fragrance of Ambiguity

is Difficult to Discern