These are pics that there aren’t enough of to do a whole theme post so will post them together here. This is a dinner I made from a recipe card from Hello Fresh for a second time. Roasted carrots, fried haddock with a coconut milk/chili cream sauce, topped with pineapple and scallions over rice. It…
Month: November 2023
Tidbits in Hackley Library
image link (the rest of the pics in this post are mine) Thursday, after lunch and visiting the art museum, we walked next door to Hackley Library. Hackley Library is one of the oldest buildings in town (1890.) Like the art museum, it was built by funds donated by lumber baron, Charles Hackley. Hackley funded…
#SLS — Going Unplugged — “Wild Horses,” by The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones 1971 There are so many good acoustic songs out there but I have to wonder how they cross the line, into rock, and still be acoustic, as rock music almost seems to imply the addition of electric guitars. I do think this one can be called rock music. As I read the…
Muskegon Museum of Art Exhibit — Oddities & Delights 2023
Not only did I see the lamps on Thursday but this small exhibit of items that don’t easily fall into categories. From the museum website: Oddities and Delights is an exploration of the fun, whimsical, and strange artworks in the Muskegon Museum of Art’s permanent collection. Fantastical vehicles made from discarded parts, a chest freezer…
24 SSPC 8 (2nd wk) — The Beginning of Winter (Ritto) (Nov 7-21) — global warming theme (disturbing image warning)
the first month with sleetremains to be seen; it’s moot.snow dropped its blanket,pulled from Mother Nature’s hat;random, crazy bingo balls late winter gardenappears early Novembercrazy bingo ballswhere doom, rather than luck, rulesMother Nature’s imbalance blanket by the firewinter where icebergs existdistant memoriestimes before drought and floods rulebefore bears became extinct tanka formtop image link Colleen…
#FF — Long Lost (but now found)– part 3 of 3
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot George remembers the last time he was more than fifty miles from his cabin. Helena invited him to ballet in Lansing. Her fragrance distracted him through the performance. He’d invited her in when they got back, when body hunger overruled taut reason. At summer’s end, reason returned; there was no…
dVerse — Q189 (2) — Lost in the Mist
Yellowed film spins reel, buoy’s roulette, blinking green, then red, in wind- rattled notes, silent sound through fish-dense mist’s shroud of moonlessness. I, upturned, paste-faced, full starkers, wet-footed, numb red fingertipped, & windbreaker whipped, am waiting. Are “we” flotsam, jetsam, lagan, or finally derelict? [44 words] top image link Note: I have a general idea…
Tao Talk 