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Oh well …
CAN THE QUICK AND
the dead live in harmony? Are there untold tales begging to be unearthed and revealed—or at least, explained?
SO THERE I
was, hot-footing through the road less travelled towards the park when I saw a wee wall. Being of a curious disposition (it means nosy old bastard) I approached this little wall—
—calculating the cost/benefits analysis of such an apparently unused property, and peeped over. There on the ground was a golden one-dollar coin, already a benefit.
But it was on private land so obviously I could have no claim on it. To it. Whatever; but noticed something really incongruous in an urban setting. This—
—apparently abandoned and begging a vacant mind to fill with stories. I leaned over and tested it for weight, oodles. Been there quite a wee while too but as yet had grown no fur. (I didn’t trespass, just held the camera upside-down at arm’s length over the wall and snapped. Kah-loo kahlay, I got the coin in the shot too! Is that serendipity or what?)
So I wonder if the person being honoured with that stone is in harmony with the fact that his stone is nowhere near where it should be—or has someone in fact shoved him under it and officialdom doesn’t know? I ain’t gonna tell nobody … I moved on.
TO QUEENS PARK
where this is one of several trees that ring my bell. I’ve never yet been able to capture the way it sometimes glows against its backgrounds. The above snap is exactly as shot (no tweaks) but does it no justice. I shan’t draw the attention of the Park Management to it—it would be gone within days (they have this thing about trees).
AND STALKING A SLUMBERING
mushroom I lifted mine eyes unto the hills and beheld
a golfing game in progress. Flip camera to auto and shoot, still on mini-tripod perched on a stump and this is what you get. Harmony?
Harmony is when the golfers are (a) still speaking to each other, (b) still politely addressing their balls, and (c) haven’t yet wrapped their clubs around the nearest immovable object. Here we have three guys in perfect harmony with their surroundings. For now.
AND WHAT COULD
possibly be more harmonious than Julie Andrews singing about raindrops on roses and whisky in kittens etc etc? Not too many kits in the park but no shortage of raindrops …
And talking of raindrops—this shot didn’t quite capture as planned but I still love it—
(it’s better bigger … more in harmony with the mood)
At which point The Spouse has just called me, an imperious summons— no fool, I shall attend …
HARMONE WARMUS PUPPUS EST