This is the third in the series
A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry
Reading has taken on a technological turn and more people are reading on electronic devices and when I saw this it brought to my mind the art of reading a paper book.
I don’t remember how I found this one but it definitely caught my eye. The first click of the picture took me to Britta Nickel’s Tumblr blog/page which is linked to Sweet Southern Nights also on Tumblr. On Sweet Southern Nights you will find an array of photos that range from A to Z.
The art of reading in abnormal tradition
Feet in air bare monumental condition
Hard copy in hand, there’s nothing like it
Twenty seven times straight, becomes habit
Photo taken by: Unknown
Poem by me
Today is not as busy as it was yesterday. I was able to get some things done online that I had on the table. I have been in my ‘design studio’ making some changes. I think I’m going to make a broad change on some designs and take some off the board altogether….although TheQuesMark will still remain the focal point.
I’m #workinon something that may be of interest to some.
June is my date to bring everything into the public eye. I hope to have some fun with the ‘thing’ of interest. Getting to where I know I need to be on June 1st will take a lot of work.
It was really wet here today.
So what is now done on the van, is good it was done yesterday.
Reg brought half of a chicken home from work today at The Cheesecake Factory. The Rice a Roni was already here so I was in the kitchen about to get dinner on the table.
About a half an hour or so and we were eating….no veggies….bummer.
I think I may stay up late tonight and get into my ‘design studio’. I’m feelin’ it tonight.
I heard you ask Mamaw one day when you were visiting if she slept with the dog you gave her and she said yes, that it is on her pillow above her head every night.
I used a flashlight the other night to take this picture for ya!
From time to once upon a time
The stars in the sky they do rhyme
And the twinkle in the eyes also matchIn ears of those that do catch
The sound of words from paper booksTelling stories ’bout nooks n brooks
It is joyous for sure from seaTo the the tallest ever tree
How they love as it’s time for bedOn puffy pillows they lay their head