Youth withers away
Your inner-child’s suicide
You must grow up now
It’s snowing again
Mother Nature is confused
It’s time for flowers
One hundred percent
Rich, Columbian goodness
Eight O’Clock Coffee
Fresh brewed, hot and black
Coaxing me to wakefulness
My Fountain of Youth
The U.P.S. man
Delivers all that he can
Drives a big brown van
Bright dandelion
Summer’s brilliant epaulet
Sunshine here on Earth
Sudden green happens
after Winter’s long, cold kiss
Renewal of life
Spring celebration
Bursting forth with bright colors
Nature’s fireworks
I saw this bright spot
Bent low to take a photo
Somebody was home
Came across a snake
Pretending to be a stick
Red tongue flicker-flick
Here at the grain mill
Always the same old routine
Back to the grindstone
Have you seen my cock
Standing so erect and proud
With his bright red head?
I looked back in time
Saw yesteryear as today
Through an old window
These are simply amazing, Eric! Esp the 8 o’clock coffee and dandelions. Wow; loved these little gems! I should try to just crank out a ton of these sometimes and see what emerges. Nice!
The pictures are all mine as well. Sometimes one begets the other, but you never know which way.
The pictures are great, too. Hey, if you prefer I say “Bubba’s Blog” on my website let me know. Otherwise ppl searching for you by name could get my website. If you care about that stuff.
I do, which is why I’m anonymous.
Doesn’t matter to me… any publicity is good publicity, as they say. I’m easy to find either way. Thanks for ‘featuring’ me on your blog – it was a nice surprise!