Out and about again. Seeing lots of pretty things, lots of fun things. For the most part I tend to follow the same routes on my walks. People say to me : Don’t you run out of things to see? but the truth is I never do. There is always something new to see.
Like this rose.
There it was. A single, red rose planted against the dullness of the bark. It reminds me of the lipstick the Hollywood starlets used to wear in the 1940s. As a result I have decided to call this rose Rita after Rita Hayworth. I think she’s gorgeous.
I saw this bird sitting on the wire. I thought he looked cute with his little black face.
He’s a Black-faced Cuckoo Shrike. Quite an inquisitive little guy.
I saw these two guys sitting outside what looks like an abandoned house but which I think is actually NOT an abandoned house because the cats are always there and look very well fed. And they are very territorial. Even with people.
They eyeball you when you get too close. They are the gangsta cats.
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you but I love Shop names, especially old style names like Pots Aplenty, Mountains of Books and so on where there is a suggestion that there are heaps and heaps of the products being sold available. I also like names that leave you in no doubt as to what is being sold. Like this one.
Straight to the point and obviously well stocked. That is what I call superlative marketing.
I often walk past the grounds of this church and although I am not really of a church-ey persuasion I can’t help but be moved by the statue of Mary nestled among the greenery. Everyone who walks past this statue looks at it and can feel the serenity. I have seen it.
It is a very peaceful spot. Even the cynics among us feel it.
Finally, the other day I was carrying on like a teenager who has just written a batch of really bad, angsty poetry; saying things like – My life sucks, I’m sick of it all, Nobody has to put up with the crap I have to put up with – and other related dummy spits; when what should I see out of the window but this?
DEAL. As in DEAL WITH IT. Stop your carrying on. Quit blubbering and get on with it. Sometimes I am freaked out by the signs the powers that be leave for me. I mean, messages in the sky? Whatever will be next?
So nice of you to see the day with me.