I went to my mom’s place today from noon-about 4 and from about 4-6 I went on a long bike ride. The geese family and the dove video are from my mom’s and the calf walking in the field is from the bike ride. Will try to post pics tomorrow but I’m pretty tired right…
Month: May 2022
Frisson: my favorite new word
Part of firefox has an automatic add-on called “Pocket,” which is a series of previously published articles that often have compelling headlines. They are also articles I usually skip (not enough hours in the day, I know you know what I mean.) This one, however caught my eye, from Neuropsych’s May 17 issue: This 715-song…
dVerse — MTB Form — Constanza — A Cloudy Day (2nd offering)
A cloudy day and the wind blows scent of lilacs; infusing air, it lifts the tendrils of my hair. A cloudy day; buds on the rose; swelling green onions slow to burst. No aphids in sight; could be worse. A cloudy day; doves in repose, dozing cuddle in the pine tree post pecking; a morning…
Music and (Gasp!) Records — Trent’s World (the Blog)
A very thoughtful and insightful look at the state of music production, distribution, and appreciations that starts with a historical perspective and moves “up” to the future. I want to talk about records. I don’t mean those emails that need to be saved because they are “important records”, nor those receipts you keep in an…
dVerse — MTB — Constanza — recipe
recipe to aim for sleep takes common sense head toss and turn off at the pass when day is but a rosy lass take care, prepare with long defense decide where limits bring fatigue then go beyond; exhaust you seek to guarantee your plan’s success shed worry’s raimant at the door step naked into your…
#FF — While you were gone…
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields This image sings that every picture has a story. Each memento, a rationale. Every cubicle is filled with paper-thin but feeling-rich associations. They are put in their proper places, one by one. They wait patiently until they are chosen in a moment for their keeper’s positive regard. Yet even the…
dVerse — Quadrille 152 — A Contest Rests
A-drowse I muse, who is cuter asleep, baby fauna or Popeye. Sure, tiny heaving feathered, furred, or terried chests attest affection-stirred endearing as they engine-putter guileless nest; yet knowing benevolent, bell-bottoms-exchanged, in a nightshirted Miss Oyl’s Bluto savior’s dreamland bub bub bubs a contest rests. image link Sarah is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday….