Awkward, isn’t it—observing the ploy?
You watch as she ponders how to reach him,
you can see she isn’t sure which way to go.
Patiently, she follows silent clues
… this way to his heart
… that way to his soul.
Finally, she’s certain she has caught him
but sadly you perceive that
he doesn’t even know she is there.
My response to today’s one-word prompt: Awkward
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While touring Ireland a year ago, we had ample opportunity to sample a variety of liquid refreshment! Local pubs are the heart and soul of the Emerald Isle. Our favorite “pub” experience was at a corner bar in Galway; not so much for the beer, but for the sweetest little old man we encountered there. He was in town that day for a doctor’s appointment and had stopped by his favorite pub for a pint of Guinness before heading home. He clearly enjoyed telling us all about himself and even circled a spot on our map to show us where he was from. You can get a drink anywhere, but the people you share one with make the memories special!
My place in this world has changed many times over the years. Growing up, my place was in my room. It’s where I’d go when I wanted to be alone or to do my homework or where I was sent when I was in trouble! After the birth of my daughter, my place was by her side providing constant care and an abundance of love until I realized she needed her own place too, which was – at times – without me. These days, my place in this world seems to be outdoors! I especially enjoy time by the creek on a sunny day when I can see the reflection of sky on water. Right now, my place is appropriately here–somewhere between heaven and earth!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Place in the World
It seemed unlikely that anything would spoil this beautiful shot of Helsinki’s Lutheran Church at Senate Square, but suddenly, there he was… out of nowhere! Silly bird chose this exact moment to cross my path!
Lines are plentiful in this photo taken in The Long Room at Trinity College Library in Dublin, Ireland. At nearly 65 metres in length (213 feet), it is filled with 200,000 of the Library’s oldest books and is one of the most impressive libraries in the world. When it was built between 1712 and 1732, The Long Room had a flat ceiling, shelving for books on the lower level and an open gallery. In 1801 the Library was given the right to claim a free copy of every book published in Britain and Ireland, so by the 1850’s the shelves were completely full. In 1860 the roof was raised to allow for construction of the beautiful barrel-vaulted ceiling and upper gallery bookcases. The Library is also home to the famous Book of Kells.
A prolific amount of lichen moss grows on this wooden fence surrounding an old cemetery in Bay of Islands, New Zealand. In a place so synonymous with death, it’s ironic that the fence seems alive.
Deep into ever-dimming light
where dampness dwells on the walls
of what seems a bottomless well,
sinks an old wooden bucket
attached by heavy rope
to a crank turned with ease
by his big strong hands.
Down, down in the murky shadows
the bucket magically fills
with water before he hauls it
out of the darkness and into the light.
The bucket arrives full of clean, clear water
glistening in the sun where the reflection
casts playful spots upon my face.
A ladle hangs, as it always does,
from a hook beside the crank
which he dutifully dips into the water.
Carefully, as though the contents were a prize,
he brings the tarnished ladle to my lips
for a sip of sparkling cold refreshment.
This is how I remember it… decades ago on Grandpa’s farm.
