While playing with my iPhone at breakfast I took this picture and The Husband began making fork puns and jokes. He suggested I start taking pictures of my fork in the middle of the roads. Makes think of Yogi Berra’s famous quote : “when you come to the fork in the road take it.”
Remember Wonder Wednesday is a prompt so I bet you can come up with your own fork joke, pun or folk tail. Photographers show me your forks 😉
or if your so inclined send your government official a fork. We are at an important fork in the road that could affect our lives for years if we continue down this path.
Let me know if you use this or what you think of the return of Wonder Wednesday .
Photo Challenge Good Morning
The Sun will come out…tomorrow, tomorrow
Got the Marine layer blues
and don’t know what to dooooo
My head’s in the fog
along with my dog
he went out for a walk
came back the color of chalk.
cause we’re liven’
where the sun don’t shine and singing the
marine layer blues oooos!
It’s the last days of July
and I ain’t seen the sun
for so long all I can do is cry
and sing the marine layer bloooos
Carol Carlisle 7-30-13
Bay Area Folks feel free to add your own verses.
Wikipedia has a photo of the fog over my house on their entry explaining the science of the of Marine Layer go Here to learn more if you dare.
Gandhi Statue near Ferry Terminal San Francisco
Clouds blessing caressing Gandhi or,
Gandhi blessing the clouds,I hope to send cool calm weather across the country
and around the World this Summer.
What are your thoughts?
One friend said “It looks like Gandhi is checking his phone.”
The WPA’s Handiwork at Alvarodo Park
As I picnicked beside the stream below the arch,
I waited like a heron waits for tiny fish and frogs.
I hoped if I watched carefully enough children
with their rippled giggling reflection
might appear just long enough for me to capture
a glimpse of early summer’s promise.
Oh Jeez! I ment to tell you about this picture and suggest a prompt, instead I wrote a poem of my own. Well I hope you are still inspired to peak though the arch and come up with your own ideas. I wonder if there is an arching poetry form? I’ll look for one and you look too, who ever finds it first wins. Oh that sounds like a fun summer game! 😉
Please feel free to share what captures your imagination here.
Jessie in Wonderland
I wonder what gile the gimbal and other matters of nonsense preside here? Have we entered “Laura’s World” ? There ought to be a poem or story somewhere among the purple and azure trees. Put words to her wondering, perhaps!
I’d love to hear your musing here.
How Many song titles does these suggest? I’ve been coming up bird and wing songs for this cloud ever sense I took it last Friday a Point Isabel facing South.
A Bounce Picture
Here’s another cloud and another wing from the same place facing West. (The top picture is a different color because I Instagrmed it to help the clouds show up)
The sky above the bay
was all aflutter with
wispy wing-ed clouds.
I held my ground
turned and turn-ed
then my heart
took flight in song.
What song would these clouds inspire you to sing?
My mother lived for a while in Louisianan and then Florida where Cannas thrive. When we moved to Oklahoma she was always struggling to get these tropical beauties to bloom on one side of the house or the other. The hot dry summers and the bone chilling cold winters of Northern Oklahoma were too much for these cousins of the banana plant. I keep meaning to plant some but I always think of it at the wrong time of year.
Last week I captured this picture in a neighbors garden at the “golden hour” when the sun had set the leaves on fire with color. The spider web on the post to the left of the plant adds the perfect fall touch. I’m sure there is a haiku in there somewhere. Anyone care to to try?
Also, as I watch the news of the Middle East, I can’t help think of our Sudanese next door neighbors who brought a rare red pock-a- dot Cannas for their garden from Egypt. It and they are safely transplanted and thriving here in the US.
Jajkesprinters Sunday Post is Autumn this week