A Fart in the Wind

Nine years of blogging
are like a fart in the wind.
What are four days more?

Laughing Lhursday*

Ha ha ha ha ha:
Poppy without bumble-bee.
Blame the shutter lag.

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Fields of . . .

. . .ah, who'd even be able
to count
The Fields of October?

After a rainy Night

That Afternoon

That afternoon
I felt and was pretty sure
I was close to death,

Impression du Seanhenge

Peaceful coexistence.