When the water clouds rain, the water world goes crazy and everyone runs and hides. When they're done the water sun comes out and everyone returns. The water world is a little bigger.
I was going to comment on the bread post. I went looking for gluten-free deserts today for my wife to take to her stepmother who can't handle the gluten, but I went to the wrong farmer's market, and when I went to the right farmer's market, the gluten-free pastrymaker wasn't there because three weeks ago -- as I found out from the piemaker -- she had suffered a concussion and still wasn't feeling well.
But I can't add anything to the bread post. That post is like a short story. It is done.
Nothing but shadows stroking my hands Nothing but shadows of the tremor in my voice I could have been happy but I am living a death instead and between tears living a passage most horrendous that is this drama without end.
A sad song for sure, but then again shadows never seem happy to me ;)
The picture is a beautiful scene showing an earthy mixture of water and soil guarded over by the Strength of a great tree breathing in CO2 and breathing out oxygen for our sustenance during this life.Just add bread, wine, and a loving woman please.
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22 comments:
You are so Monet.
Obscure "Swingers" reference, sorry.
The top one especially reminds me of the oil paint by numbers landscapes that used to be popular for novices.
Water trees
Make me feel fine,
Flowing through the algae of my mind.
Ha ha... nicely done, Bissage.
Capillary waves. The frequency is the square root of the cube of the wavenumber. Waves appear at the front of a group and disapper at the back.
Those trees don't have roots, but still need water to survive.
Is there a water Althouse and does she love water Meade?
If there is a water Althouse I bet she hates wind, because it makes her and her clothes have wrinkles.
When the water clouds rain, the water world goes crazy and everyone runs and hides. When they're done the water sun comes out and everyone returns. The water world is a little bigger.
Why does Althouse always throw Meade's car keys on the table at blogger meetups.
Obscure "Swing Town" reference, sorry.
Love agrees with you. The top one is killer.
Trey
Note to self - water trees...
I was going to comment on the bread post. I went looking for gluten-free deserts today for my wife to take to her stepmother who can't handle the gluten, but I went to the wrong farmer's market, and when I went to the right farmer's market, the gluten-free pastrymaker wasn't there because three weeks ago -- as I found out from the piemaker -- she had suffered a concussion and still wasn't feeling well.
But I can't add anything to the bread post. That post is like a short story. It is done.
Does your editing software alow you to convert to water colors or oil paint? They would make fantastic prints.
Sombras Nada Mas.
Nothing but shadows stroking my hands
Nothing but shadows of the tremor in my voice
I could have been happy but I am living a death instead
and between tears living a passage
most horrendous that is this drama without end.
A sad song for sure, but then again shadows never seem happy to me ;)
The picture is a beautiful scene showing an earthy mixture of water and soil guarded over by the Strength of a great tree breathing in CO2 and breathing out oxygen for our sustenance during this life.Just add bread, wine, and a loving woman please.
- pondering tree, that's it
That tree appears to have a vortex of its own.
The Ghosts of the Forest near Boulder Junction, Wisconsin.
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