here a Bob Ross sky blended blended blue and rose van dyke pines lakefront happy forest just like that touch of crimson there you go
Image: On my walk this morning, before it rained. Having missed the poem a month celebrations, I’m going to try for a daily tanka for a while (there’s a local anthology afoot). Bob Ross was a landscape artist and tv personality.
Today’s music choice: Berlin musicians F.S Blumm and Nils Frahm collaboration Tag Eins, Tag Zwei
Caution: This post contains a description of a suicide
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how to dodge my pushbike thru the traffic
or hang off a lorry for a tow up the hill
to where the freeway looks like a river
and the river is a smokestack
It was our first lunch out, our first restaurant meal after isolation — and it seemed so rushed. The waiter hurried to seat us, pushing the menus in into our slow clumsy hands, the traffic hurtled by, the arms of the municipal clock spun in their course.
Then came the wine and the bread and we had at it, as if we had never tasted anything as wonderful — this ordinary crust, this cheap carafe.
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