By the Seashore

Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives

“The sea, once it casts its spell,
holds one in its net of wonder forever”
Jacques Yves Cousteau

By the Seashore

I still remember
That one September
The bluest of skies
And it was warmer than July
The water clear and inviting
The air soft and delighting
Not a worry in sight
Everything quite right
In the distance
For an instance
A boat or two
Disappearing from the view
Most tourists already gone
Leaving us alone
Enjoying in peace
With a short lease
The last rays of summer

Under the Sun

Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives

“Necessity… the mother of invention”
Plato

Under the Sun

When all is said and done
Enjoying the sea and the sun
Finally, having lots of fun
Though, there is one pun
It all happened in Greece
Before they took a lease
On their little piece of heaven
Always open twenty-four seven
But, alas the play will still continue
And I hope to this wonderful venue
End up
Soon enough

Photo Rehab for Throwback Thursday Part One

Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives

“It was a classic; it was a throwback to the old days.”
– JOE TORRE

Photo Rehab for Throwback Thursday Part One 

This weeks Throwback Thursday is dedicated to gems from the photo challenges from Photo Rehab AKA the Clinic.Enjoy!

By the Seashore
Birds
Under the Sun
Life in the Monochrome

Birds

Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives

“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
The Raven EDGAR ALLAN POE

Birds

Face to face
Eye to eye
This was one race
Which could go awry

Standing there
Assessing me
Its glare
Devouring me

Without any warning
Flying across the air
Giving me the scare
Looking with scorning

No escape
Its mouth agape
It tilted its head
Quoth the bird “Polly wants a cracker”