Posted in Childrens story, Dog

Aromat ‘Colouring in book’ For kids.

Aromat the Farten hound is a story for rude kids.    Siarhei Haurylik   (illustrator) is currently  creating images and I thought that an accompanying  Childrens coloring in book would be a fun thing to have. colouring sausage.jpg.An  introduction to Aromat   can be found here.

The story  behind this image can be found here     Aromat and the Sausage factory .

Posted in Love, Poetry

A Definition of Love

 loveA definition of love

Think of peoples minds containing ice cubes in a bucket.
in every little ice cube a tiny block of wisdom
The bucket is intelligence and with any luck it
Is keeping all the silly parts of mind, fully locked in reason.
Love is just a roasting oven, one proven way to fuck it.
Is melting down whole damn show. It’s most akin to treason.

Posted in Drunk, Family- Memories, Ford

Where are the old time traffic cops ?

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Where are the old time traffic cops?   Not that I was ever a big drinker and it has been  well  over 40 years since I have been guilty of  even the slightest form of  drink driving.

I  recall one evening  back in the 1970’s  when I was pulled over by a traffic cop  for driving along Railway Avenue Mt Isa  in my 1959 Ford Fairlane.  (similar to photo  right)

I loved that car. It had a huge Canadian V8.

The Cop asked me why I was driving on the Highway at  only 10 miles an hour?.   I explained to him that  “I was drunk  and did not want to run anybody over“. That I was nearly home as I lived in the B.S.D barracks  (a few hundred yards up the road)

I recall the Policeman  severely  shaking his head.  He then escorted me home following me in the Police car.    When when  arrived the  barracks  the cop  gave me the biggest bollocking I ever had and threatened to drive me  five miles out of town and make me walk  home if  was ever caught  drunk at the wheel again.

Back in those days I was earning good money.   I could happily pay whatever fine  that he could impose. But The thought of walking  five miles home drunk was  scary enough to keep me  driving sober for the next 40 years.

I have told this story many times,  hoping nobody ever followed it up by locating the cop concerned.   I am guessing that by now he  has safely retired. .  So I can Blog about it  without worrying about  causing this Old Time Cop any  repercussions.

Posted in Camera, Family- Memories

I am evolving like a camera,

As a200px-kodak_brownie_flash_iii teenager  I remember having the vision of an early box brownie camera. I could see most things in reasonable focus. Basically I had a fairly simple black and white vision of the world

I am starting to suspect I could be evolving in parallel with the camera. I am realizing that today I am more aligned to a flying camera drone .

I recently saw a photo taken of surfers on a beach. I had never seen an image that so simply demonstrated that a single individual could cast so long a shadow.

The photo was taken as the sun was going down. I think this is very nice. The view from a modern camera drone matched my current thinking . Better still my sunset is still a fair way away.

Posted in Art, Poetry

Elegance Grace and Silliness

Elegance Grace and silliness

Three of my favorite things.  This painting by  Sherrie smith   hangs on the wall behind where I sit. The Artwork  supplies the Grace and Elegance.  I supply the Silliness

( Poem Below)

The Swan

I read somewhere the Queen owns every British swan

 probably to stop the English eating every one

Swans are graceful elegant, quite tasty it would seem

but if you get caught eating one you will feel the wrath of Queen

For  recipes for cooking  Swan you must refer to Geese.

Don’t do it.   Less  your head gets chopped off   (just above the knees)

Honest Dog

Dogs are  very very honest you never see pretence.
You rarely see Chihuahuas leap a 10 foot fence

You always find Dalmatians that wear a spotty coat
never ever seen one looking like an elephant or goat.

Bulldog, Dog, Animal, Pet, Play, Playful

A poodle never ever dress up to look like a great Dane
For poodle love that poodle look, so poodles look the same.

Dogs are true and faithful and never tell you lies
If they have plans to bite you – they tell you with their eyes

If doggy wants to love you, it tells you with it’s tail
They never care just who you are, or rich, poor, strong or frail.

A Wonderful Surprise

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I still remain quite handsome, although I’ve lost my teeth.
My head remains most elegant, to my personal relief
my hair remains a golden dowdy, though, refreshingly brief.

I’m best described athletic, slim and tall, gyrate
with an agile, bouncy, if not slightly hobbled gait.

With a coloring of eyes that make a blue sky look quite wrong.
I smile just like a sunrise, that lasts the whole day long.

With intelligence and an IQ that double figures match
and Wittiness so lightning fast that few can ever catch

My integrity’s  unquestioned my honesty’s intact
I can’t be bought without hard cash, and that’s a well known fact.

I smell like fresh spring flowers, I’m simply  a wonderful surprise.
You never ever catch me exaggerating, telling fibs, or lies.

Posted in Family- Memories, Owl, Poetry

That’s life

Life is absorbing time, it does it all the while
It de-radiates confusion then stuffs it in a pile.
And when the pile gets bigger, the birds begin to sing
“we are absolutely positive concerning everything”
But old Owl was not happy, he was not where it’s at.
He was not sure that he might die. Time took care of that.

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The Eulogy was spoke  next day, up on a piece of wood
and Crow began the Eulogy “Owl tasted pretty good ”.
“Old Owl was far to clever”. . Then Crow recalled the time
that Owl invented colours quite simply in his mind.
and all the creatures in the world, intelligent, or wise
could never see what Owl had seen, not even with their eyes.