It has been a while, but my memories are still crystal clear…. So, here’s a new chapter of my first trip to Denmark! https://cyrannyblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/day-12-odense-day-1/ Lots of new pictures, and a little more about my traveling around Vikingland 🙂 I hope you’ll enjoy!
Okie, okie… it is a little before eight today, but I couldn’t wait to post these little beauties that bloomed for the first time this morning! I just love their sharp-edged look, as if Mother Nature had done some Origami during the night! Just living is not enough… One must have sunshine, freedom, and a…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
I’ve seen you lately, but only in my dreams, your face turned away, hiding what you chose to keep from me, I reached out but touch you, I couldn’t you didn’t want comfort, or easing of your pain, Possessing the hurt, the realization of which was yours and yours alone, Sometimes it’s not easy…… Continue reading Seeing you…
We’ve been having quite a lot of rain lately… And rain always makes these little guys come out. In our neighbourhood, they are legion, and I like them, because they don’t tend to runaway when I stalk them like a paparazzi!
I won’t quit without a fight. But I don’t want to go on… Knock me down please, Life!
Now, if that’s not an After Eight moment, I wonder what would be! Wow… Exactly one month ago, I was launching the After Eight Moments series, quite honestly thinking it wouldn’t last more than a week, maybe less… I wanted to give an old love a chance… Photography. I did take pictures regularly, but…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Yup.
Yes I am. Just not the type that goes around wearing a tight bodysuit, and fighting vilains after work (I would, but quite frankly, I don’t have enough free time to blog and fight vilains, so… your pick!). Why the sudden revelation, you might wonder? Well, for some reason, I started the day watching silly…… Continue reading I am a super hero!
Watching the dim, flickering dancing light, she wondered… Should she blow on the flame? Should she let it burn her fingertips… Either way, she’d end up in the dark.
“One day,” you said to me,  I saw the sunset forty-four times!” And a little later, you added: “You know… One loves the sunset, when one is so sad…” “Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of the fourty-four sunsets?” But the little prince made no reply. -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince If…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
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