A “Genius” Limerick.

Baby Hector was dubbed a boy genius,

By parents who gloated so gladius.

He’d wiggle and smile,

But, all the while,

He just wanted to play with his penius.
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Iphone pics, 2016 616Cheers.

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Badlands, Onions and an Ogre.

Our challenge this week is to find pictures that best illustrate something that is layered.

One of the first thing that came to my mind was a stack of pancakes smothered in syrup, or how about a mouth watering hamburger loaded with toppings. Unfortunately I could not come up with the appropriate pics, so I will have to bore you with these.

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A rolling stone gathers no moss, but in this case…………
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fungi to climb.
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Where I live you don’t need layers.
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Almost too many layers to count.

And who can argue with Shrek when he said, “Ogres are like onions……onions have many layers.” Who wants to dispute an ogre?
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The Wait is over.

Something that has been on my mind for a while was to move to a new theme. Combine that with the photo challenge – waiting, being held over for another week, I decided to jump in.

Since I couldn’t lay my hands on appropriate “waiting pictures”, I decided to fall back to one of my favourite subjects, the limerick.

We are told that a limerick is a type of poem of 5 lines, and for the most part labelled anapestic.

Footnote: Anapestic is the term used to describe a metrical foot as it is used in poetry. It talks about stressed and unstressed syllables. All very important to those who care am sure. But for the purpose of this post, enough said.

The rhyme scheme is noted as AABBA. Seems it is required that they be humorous and possibly, if one is so bent, obscene.

To quote Wikipedia:The form appeared in England in the early years of the 18th century.[4] It was popularized by Edward Lear in the 19th century,[5] although he did not use the term. Gershon Legman, who compiled the largest and most scholarly anthology, held that the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene, and cites similar opinions by Arnold Bennett and George Bernard Shaw,[6] describing the clean limerick as a “periodic fad and object of magazine contests, rarely rising above mediocrity”. From a folkloric point of view, the form is essentially transgressive; violation of taboo is part of its function. Lear is unusual in his creative use of the form, satirising without overt violation.

So, with that in mind, it appears I have my instructions:

A limerick is such a fun ditty,

It lures one to be wicked and witty.

It leans to the naughty,

Never, ever too haughty,

As it explores and exposes all things gritty.

I was first smitten by the limerick after finding a book by Ogden Nash titled, The Face is Familiar, first published in 1931. After giggling my way through his words, I knew that I just had to give it a go.

The limerick form allows one to be unconventional and bend words to suit the need. Or to put it another way, just be silly and have fun.

Cheers.
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Iphone pics, 2016 616
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In for a Penny. In for a Pound.

This blog was inspired after reading a post from a fellow blogger and her experience.

She and her husband stopped off at a spot in Vermont, attracted by the appearance of a covered train bridge. Her adventure that followed can be found at A New Day: Living Life Almost Gracefully. I encourage you to give it a read, and you will see the connection.

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The falls above, Ammonite Falls just outside of Nanaimo, B.C., was the reason for the hike. After about 2 kilometers of easy walking through lush forests, and missing the falls on first pass, this is what we came across.

DSC_0998It turned out to be a drop of about of about 150 feet, broken into 4 sections, each with their own set of ropes. To add to the challenge, the ground is a mixture of dirt and lose gravel. Add to that, tree roots ,that were now exposed and begging to be grappled with.

We just looked at one another, well I said what do you think; her answer, please refer to the title of this blog. So with each of us carrying a 35m camera, and I with a side pack over my shoulder we ventured fourth. After all it was all down hill! Fortunately, there was only a couple of others, quite a bit younger I might add, to watch us old people navigate, or should I say feel our way down. So down we went, if it were not for the ropes, our descent would not have been an option.

DSC_0999I went first so as to help Maggie with her foot placement, some of the drops were beyond eyesight. Part way down Maggie was ok with taking the lead. Near the bottom she lost her footing, and did a little spin still holding on to the rope. Other than getting a little dusty and a scraped elbow, all was well.

DSC_0982The descent to the bottom was our reward. Though the flow was greatly reduced due to our dry summer in B.C., it offered up many photo temptations.

I have to say that our ascent was uneventful. Once at the top, we were looking around a bit and noticed a sign that brought a smile to both of us. The sign, being to the right, and somewhat elevated was totally unnoticed prior to going down.

DSC_0994DSC_1003That seemingly uneventful hike presented a formidable challenge, one that was met head on. Some might say that we were foolhardy, I for one was glad we did it, it offered me the option of turning a corner, of accepting the challenge at hand. Now on to the next one. I like SLPMartin’s comment on Pat’s blog about signage being noticed after the risk has been taken. So very ,very true. Cheers.
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Texture all Around Us.

 

DSC_0575 (2)Texture is all around us, some pleasing, others painful to the touch. Some beautiful and intriguing, and some not so.

Texture is not just for the touch, but also the taste. It can make or break a culinary adventure. Sometimes texture can be appreciated by simply looking at it. It can appeal to the senses at a number of levels. Some objects just beg to be touched, but be careful and wise.

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A Collection of Travel Essentials. Maybe.

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As much as you stuff your suitcase with what looks like too much, something is always missed. Maggie and me just returned from a cruise to Alaska. I have to say, I am really glad luggage bags come supplied with wheels. Mine was reasonable, hers……, my hernia should subside by next week!

The pic above is a small but eclectic collection (collage?) of “essentials” that travelled with us. The joke, that all you need to pack is a tooth brush and a change of underwear just doesn’t cut it when going to Alaska. By the way, the tooth brush is mine, the “cravat” is not!

And don’t let the garment industry tell you that clothes can be wrinkle free; that is simply a marketing ploy played to a wont-to-be ironless (and mindless?) public. I folded, rolled, and before that, I ironed. I could have spindled and mutilated, it would not have mattered. If anybody was going to ask, I had a ready answer…. Crinkled cotton. I had more wrinkles than a shar-pei.

I wonder if there are back to nature cruises, you know, sans clothes. Now that would surely lighten my load. Cheers.

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