Photo 365 - Day 215 (Thorns)

Day 215 (February 3rd, 2011)
Title: Thorns

When I saw this photo, I thought to myself: "Ooo, this will make a great shot to go with a neat poem about thorns!  Woot!"  Took the shot, came home, used the Internets to try and find a amusing little poem about thorns.  Wrong.  Spent nearly two hours searching the 'net for thorn related poems that a) were not religious in tone, b) not tragically sad things about roses and crying, c) actually just involved a thorn!  Not a "metaphysical" thorn, or an "emotional" thorn.  Just a thorn.  No such luck.  So, I've had to put on my Haiku hat and here is my entirely not-at-all "deep and emotional" haiku about thorns!

Sharp, pointy; shark fin
To touch, ouch! Not so fluffy
Thorn. Oh! Just a thorn.

Enjoy (well, at least the photo at least)

Photo 365 - Day 180 (Passion)

Day 180 (December 30th, 2010)
Title: Passion

LOOKING FOR LOVE

A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so
that the one I love is everywhere?

A poem by Rumi (13th-century Persian Muslim poet)

Enjoy!

Photo 365 - Day 154 - Crack Building

Day 154 (December 4rd, 2010)
Title: Crack Building

This photo is related to the photo from yesterday (Day 153).  Its of an old, run down, manufacturing building in Berkeley. 

I wonder what it is that they made there?  They are old conveyors and machines 'dying' in the yard.  I wonder what happened to the folks who used to work here?  Bricks and mortar broken and crumbling.  I wonder what will be left in 100 years?  200?  1000?  Weeds and grass and tree still grow, 1000 years from now.

Enjoy.

Photo 365 - Day 153 (Razor Ivy)

Day 153 (December 3rd, 2010)
Title: Razor Ivy

I'm sure there are folks out there who are much more poetic than I who could write a meaningful and deep poem about this photo.  An old iron wall, topped with barbed and razor wire, slowly being taken back over by nature.  A hard stone building, once strong and menacing, now broken - plants and trees begin to take back over the land. 

The last line will make more sense with tomorrow's photo.  I'll leave the prose to those who can more adequately do it justice than I.

Enjoy!

Photo 365 - Day 91 (Blackbird)

Day 91 (October 2nd, 2010)
Title: Blackbird

With my birthday fast approaching (ahh!  35!), I am reminded of a gift I was given by my grandmother on my first birthday.  She gave me a large book of Mother Goose nursery rhymes.  It was a British edition and had crazy drawings and art, as well as some very confusing rhymes.  I remember a few of them (as I am sure many of you do), but one that always stuck in my head (both due to the lyrics and the art) was a poem called: "Sing a song of sixpence"

It goes:

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing
Was not a dainty dish
To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house
Counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
When along came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.

Clearly Ms. Goose was totally nuts.  Still, she lived in a shoe, so perhaps she just got high off the smell of the odor-eaters. 

Enjoy!