Friday is Skyday

Just a photograph
telling less than fourteen words.
Back to bed I went.

Chimneys

South-West-Wind.

Friday is Skyday

Saturday morning:
Branches are framing the fog.
The rolls are still warm.

Harbinger

A harbinger of spring
[Unfortunately, not also one of peace]

Laughing Lhursday*

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

As time goes by

It's the two hundred and ninth birthday
of our granddaughter's 
great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.
 

Sláinte!

Brendan Behan (9 February 1923 – 20 March 1964)

Monochrome Monday

. . .

The better Part of Valour

Watching the wanderer.

On the Road

Winter?

The Cats of Copenhagen

copyright issue
for greedy cats of Dublin.
Fuck the Joyce estate.

James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

Laughing Lhursday*

Two moons.

* [For first time visitors]:

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

Sentinel

Kind of a muse ...