An orange sky

But not where I am.

It’s travel day. ...

The Gladiator,

Russell Crowe,

And a single line that has remained in me: ...

A feather quill, pencil, pen, and more…

Still, some prefer an old fashioned typewriter.

It’s sound, look, touch. ...

Floating away...

Sometimes, I wish I could.

Far away, ...

The bee: What a nice day. Sun and sweet smelling goodies everywhere. Yummy! Oh look, something green, interesting smelling and kind of cool. ...

Past: The fresh green color of the field takes me back to when I was a child and my father used to buy fresh pistachios. Sitting around a garden table ...

Last night I had a dream but only remember fragments. My mother was speaking to my father: “I want to show you something; it’s my hair. Have you seen ...

There’s a water fountain in the village where we live. It’s old, likely built well over 50 years ago. Rectangular, made of thick stone, two zinc spouts ...

There is something comforting,

About living in a city.

People all around, ...

There is a tree along a small passageway

Near where we live.

It bears no fruit, ...

A country road,

Rows of olives trees, and

Tranquility. ...

I can relate to the old window shutter.

It has lived:

Paint wearing off. ...

Lines of cars waiting to take the highway toll ticket South of Perpignan, France...It’s the first tollbooth ...

The lone apple tree

Dangling bird house

A solitary bird in flight. ...

Dry branches hanging from the overhang

Concrete steps half done in a grassy field

An outdoor café far from cities. ...

Some days the world feels closed,

With no way in.

Or so it seems. ..

We were finishing dinner at a local campsite restaurant, when the owner (who is also the cook) walked out the front door leaving us in charge. The place ...

It’s my favorite path,

Rain, snow or shine,

Seeking silence and tranquility ...

Without a message or image?

Hardly.

It’s on the sidewalk ...

A cold beer tastes goodEven on cool, rainy days.Staring out the window with a glass in hand, ...