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Saturday, June 28, 2014

Hello blog-followers, Lindy here

Hi everyone, here I am, Lindy Davies-Schear, wearing my best smile, to tell you my mom has been having trouble with the relationship between her camera and her computer, and with someone named Blogger. It's too bad, because they used to get along so well, but now the computer is rejecting the camera, while Blogger is rejecting the computer, and they're all breaking my mom's heart.

Plus, Mom says that, as far as poetry is concerned, her muse has abandoned her. I'm not sure what a muse is. I know what a camera is, and know what sound it makes when my mom turns it on, and I know where the computer is, but a muse? I think that should be "amuse" but Mom says no, and I understand what "no" means. It means the same as "Lindy, leave it!"

Wishing all our Canadian friends Happy Canada Day on July 1, and all our American friends Happy Fourth of July, and all our other friends Happy Day!
 — Lindy, Kay and Richard

Photo by Richard Schear

Friday, June 20, 2014

How much is that doggy reflection?

Lindy seems to be staring at her own reflection in the refrigerator, but she's not. Her close-up vision is pretty much nonexistent now, although she can still see objects farther away (yesterday, when walking with Dick while I checked on something, she headed for the wrong red car, and it wasn't even parked near ours).
So, instead of contemplating her lovely self, she is dreaming (as usual) about the contents of the refrigerator. You never can tell when someone is going to take out one of those lovely big cucumbers she so adores.

Posted for Weekend Reflections
hosted by James of  Something Sighted

Thanks, James!

Also posted for Pet Pride, hosted by Lindy's friend Bozo and his family at their Pets Forever blog in Mumbai, India.
Photo by Richard Schear with his smart phone



Monday, June 16, 2014

Galapagotian rhymes for Open Link Monday

I have no idea if that is a word...Galapagotian...my computer seems to think it isn't, but it suits me. Our present busy travel schedule all started with a trip to the Galapagos Islands in 2006 and we have been traveling ever since. Round and 'round the world we go, where we'll stop, nobody knows.

Sigh.

A few lines of this came to me the evening of Friday, the 13th of June, and other lines kept coming, so I am saving it all for Open Link Monday at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. I'm hoping I can be back to contributing regularly soon.

I don't believe I have any toad photos from the Galapagos Islands, but I have plenty of other fun creatures.

one foot, two foot
red foot, blue foot
and another one

on the way







marine iguana
land iguana
hadn’t much to say
and nazca booby
turned his head away


sea urchins large






and sea urchins small

they neither lurch nor sway


and penguins

and sea lions

                                                      I love them both

this lonely fellow                       
                                           perhaps the most

hello can your husband come out to play?
no we can look but we cannot stay

moonscape with frigate bird


ship’s mast with more









and then on the shore

birds and animals galore
  lava lizards  
   flamingos

flightless cormorants and more
  

     and we mustn’t forget
     Darwin’s delight
     a finch upside down
     and one upside right
     about which science
     for long years would fight



and last but not least
no not least at all

the galapagos tortoise
the oldest of all







Photos by
Richard Schear
and Kay L. Davies

Sunday, June 15, 2014

W.B. Yates in the Imaginary Garden

For her form challenge this weekend, Kerry has presented to The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads the octaves of William Butler Yeats — a poet who, as Kerry says, needs no introduction.
Considered one of the foremost poets of the 20th Century, his influences were traditional Irish ballads and songs. Writing extensively in rhymed verse, Yates used quatrains in his earlier poems but, later, he preferred the octave as a stanza form.


foxhunter, from Wikipedia
Having returned to writing after something of a drought caused by illness, fear and exhaustion, I am not quite up to par, in my own estimation. I should have been excited to see the word ballad and, indeed, I was pleased, but nothing sprang to mind yesterday.

Earlier today, I couldn't quite come up with 8 lines of 8 syllables, and produced only this bit of nonsense, alternating 6 syllables with the requisite 8, arriving at a Kiplingesque rhythm rather than a proper Keatsian iambic pentameter.
the fox was out with many men
to take them for a ride
he knew they’d follow where he went
and knew where he could hide
outfoxed they were, those many men
who’d come from far and wide
Texas "Haunted" house built by
Dan Baker and friends
when brother fox, he ran them out
across the countryside



Later, although I couldn't avoid considerable maudlin sentimentality, and definitely couldn't call up my usual humorous muse, I did manage an entire two stanzas, then decided to post them in order to give up the struggle for today.


the house where lives my broken heart
is haunted by the loss of you
I promised always to be true
and now don’t know how I can start
a life without you in this place
where ev’ry wall and ev’ry door
where ev’ry board in ev’ry floor
seems each imprinted with your face

my heart has longed for you too long
my soul aloud for you has cried
but to the outside world I’ve lied
and did my best to be so strong
to hold my head up, even smile
say “I am fine now, thank you, please,
“don’t worry now, just be at ease”
to fool them all out there a while
Kay Davies, June, 2014                   

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Shadow Shot Sunday 2, with Lindy, too







Photos by Richard Schear, June, 2014

















Lindy pauses to pant and puff in the shadows for a while during a walk this week with her daddy.
Now that her eyesight is compromised by cataracts, she wears her harness and we clip her leash to that, rather than to her collar, giving us better control. She still wears her collar, because her tags are on it, but she quickly learned that the harness means she is going out with us.

Posted for
Shadow Shot Sunday 2
and also for Pet Pride
hosted by Lindy's friend Bozo and his family at their Pets Forever blog in Mumbai, India.


Italian painter featured in the Garden

Today, over in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, our friend Fireblossom features Italian painter Guido Vedovato. Because copyright prevents us showing his paintings per se, I have chosen to use the two photos of the artist, with his work behind him.
More of his paintings can be seen on his website. His work is in the field of art called "naive" and therefore I have kept my style simple, as both complement and compliment.





Guido’s rockinghorse can till the fields
while the village sleeps behind him
and the hills rise up
out of the forest

his birds have wings no larger than their feet
but the town on the tree below them
tempts them to land
atop the tower

the concertina-player 'neath the moon
plays lullabies to help his people dream
By Kay L. Davies, June 14, 2014

Friday, June 13, 2014

Can't resist kitten pictures

Though the world knows I'm a dog person, I can't resist seeing photos of kittens. They are just too darn cute.

Judy, at Through Squirrel Eyes, posted pictures of her foster-kittens, Alice, Cooper, and Vincent (yes, Alice and Cooper) for See Beautiful today, and I simply had to look up photos of my brother and sister-in-law's cat, Bailey, when he was a kitten.

I love this shot of him on his climbing-tree when he was little, compared with the one of him on the same tree when he was grown. The two pictures together always make me laugh, and laughter is good medicine, I've been told.

Besides, Judy asked: "For the month of June on See Beautiful we have a question. What can be more beautiful than the innocence of little ones, be they kittens, puppies or human?"

Bailey Davies, above, looking innocently beautiful, and below, still looking beautiful but much wiser.



This is a blog hop. I've never done this before, but I'm going to try to link.

Reflections in Danube never grow old

This spring we visited Budapest for the second time, and my husband was delighted to find new angles from which to photograph old favourites...the buildings and bridges along the Danube. We were also fortunate to stay in a hotel room with river views. Beautiful, day and night, but especially night.

Posted for Weekend Reflections
hosted by James of Something Sighted
Thanks, James!



Photos by Richard Schear, 2014

Ever-changing skies for Hungarian show

While we were in Hungary during our recent Danube cruise, my intrepid photographer visited a farm where modern riders recreate scenes of ancient Hungarian farms...from oxcarts to what he calls "cowboy stuff" under blue and changing skies.

Posted for Skywatch Friday


Photos by Richard Schear, 2014



Thursday, June 12, 2014

Stealing an idea from a friend's sidebar



Writing this will just take me a moment, and I'm glad, because it's late, and I'm not up to writing much yet. But do take a look at the writing prompt below. It might be fun for you. I couldn't manage an acrostic myself right now, that's for sure.
Thanks, Jo in Africa, for the idea, which you probably didn't know I'd lifted from your blog's sidebar.
Note to Toads and other grammarians: I know it should be "a person whom" rather than "a person that" but I didn't write it. Honestly, I stole it. I did.