Travel Theme: Pairs

July 24, 2016 at 8:15 am (Meme) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

These are pictures that I took when I was experimenting with capturing ground coverings, garden design and other such details. I thought they would work well with this week’s travel theme.


This is a pair of neighbourhood bears. This picture is from last year. The display has been added to since. I must get a new picture. I love the white tree on the left and the happy bears always make me smile.


This is a pair of grey frogs surrounded by grey ignoring each other. I wanted to see how much of the detail I could capture in a grey on grey on grey picture without resorting to black and white. I like the way the picture turned out. Next time I might manipulate the frogs some but I didn’t feel comfortable doing so then as this wasn’t my garden. However, it does belong to my mother’s cousin so she probably would let me play with it.


Here we have a bug couple (a couple of bugs). Look at the tiny detail on her shoes and what is he holding? Is it a flask? I see a green flask and a yellow love note. Again this Bug couple makes me smile. I love to take pictures of objects that make me smile. ūüôā


“‚Ķthe springtime of life isn‚Äôt a chain; it‚Äôs a pair of wings.”

~Sok-kyong Kang, “A Room in the Woods,” in Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton, trans., Words of Farewell: Stories by Korean Women Writers (1989)

“When a pair of magpies fly together / They do not envy the pair of phoenixes.”

~Lady Ho, “A Song of Magpies” (c. 300 B.C.), in Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung, trans., eds., The Orchid Boat: Women Poets of China (1972)


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Rotk√§ppchen: Book Quote Sunday #2

February 23, 2014 at 8:15 am (Faery tales) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

One snowy white night, a little girl with a red scarf enters the woods with a basket. But she’s not visiting grandmother and she won’t meet a big bad wolf. What will the little girl find in the woods…?

I Am Not Little Red Riding Hood

I Am Not Little Red Riding Hood
by Alessandro Lecis
Ills. by Linda Wolfsgruber
Translated from the German by Talia Rebecca Ergas

New York: Sky Pony Press, 2013

Orginal title: Ich bin nicht Rotkäppchen!

Snatchabook 2

This week’s synchronicitic find (see above):

Occurred in:

The Snatchabook
by Helen Docherty
Ills. by Thomas Docherty

UK: Alison Green Books, 2013

Snatchabook 1

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A Poetry Interlude

July 22, 2012 at 8:15 am (Fun) (, , , , , , , , )

Brown Bear is glaring because s/he did not want to pose for a picture.

If No One Ever Marries Me (by Laurence Alma-Tadema)

If no-one ever marries me–
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I am not pretty
And I’m seldom very good–

If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch;

And when I’m getting really old,
At twenty-eight or nine–
I shall buy a little orphan girl
And bring her up as mine.

Laurence Alma-Tadema was the daughter of the artist Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema.
This poem was published in ‘Realms of Unknown Kings’, 1897.

I’ll eat YOU before you can eat ME!

What if…

You opened a book

About dinosaurs

And one stumbled out

And another and another

And more and more pour

Until the whole place

Is bumbling and rumbling

And groaning and moaning

And snoring and roaring

And dinosauring?

What if…

You tried to push them

Back inside

But, they kept tromping

Off the pages instead?

Would you close the covers?

Isabel Joshlin Glaser  

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Bear in the City – Beware!

April 22, 2012 at 8:15 am (Fun, My City) (, , , , , , , , )

Not far from where I are there is a bear.

Not a brown bear or a grizzly bear.

I’ve lived close enough to the wilderness to know not to get too close to an actual living, breathing bear.

Unlike Kathy, who blogs from Lake Superior, I don’t get to see much wildlife here in the city.

My bear is greyish black with expressive glass eyes and over-looks a very busy street.

S/he is never bored as there is always so much to watch for and look at.

S/he enjoys dressing up.

The house she guards probably has children living in it as the front windows are an ever-changing art gallery.

The Bear Song

(Music here)

The other day I met a bear,
Up in the woods a way up there!

He looked at me

(He looked at me)

I looked at him

(I looked at him)

He sized up me

(He sized up me)

I sized up him

Grizzly Bear, Grizzly Bear

Grizzly Bear, Grizzly Bear,
Where have you been?
Over the mountains –
Such things I’ve seen!

Grizzly Bear, Grizzly Bear,
What have you done?
Eaten blueberries
Made ripe by the sun.

Grizzly Bear, Grizzly Bear,
What have you found?
Ice-cold spring water
Deep from the ground.

Grizzly Bear, Grizzly Bear,
What do you dream?
Sweet tasting salmon
Swimming upstream.

Grizzly Bear, Grizzly Bear,
Where do you creep?
Into my dark cave
Alone, let me sleep!

Teddy Bear’s Picnic Song

If you go out in the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise.
If you go out in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise.

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

The Bear Went Over the Mountain

The bear went over the mountain,
The bear went over the mountain,
The bear went over the mountain,
To see what he could see.

And what do you think he saw?
And what do you think he saw?

The other side of the mountain,
The other side of the mountain,
The other side of the mountain,
Was all that he could see.

Big paws,
Big black nose,
Stubby tail,
And growl he goes.

What is he?
Well, who knows?
He sleeps all winter
When it snows.

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