I’m an old English major. I don’t much like poetry. Go figure.
But this is a whole ‘nother frame of reference. Be warned, this is a bit erotic:
My pal Fran is her coach. Yeah. I didn’t know poets had coachs either.
If you like that one, you’ll find a couple more here:
And if you’re thinking, like I did, “Ah, poetry’s not my thing,” get past it. Click on the link. Trust me.
I’m a sucker for a good magic trick. In this one the cards come to life!
“House in Negro quarter of Rosslyn, Virginia.”
September 1937. Washington, D.C., and the Key Bridge in the background.
While those of us here in the North East USA were digging out of a couple of feet of snow, down in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil it was Carnival 2013. And a bit hotter:
Ronald Reagan, Tip O’Neil and a guy with an ax. Very funny stuff.
Subway, 1934 – Lily Furedi
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Wat Rong Khun
Check out the detail. The boy’s shoelaces, for instance.
4 Comments
Jim,
Thanks for the nod! I was caught off guard when I checked your blog this morning and saw the link to my site there in your latest.
I really appreciate it!
Fran
Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2013 05:25:08 +0000 To: franandlaura@live.com
My pleasure, Fran.
As I tried to convey in the post, I am extremely impressed. These performers deserve a nod and an expanding audience.
Wish we could afford to bring them to the upcoming Chautauqua in Ecuador!
I think my favorite is that street art in Poland. Got me as to why. It strikes me.
Amazing, isn’t it? I can’t imagine how an artist works on such a huge scale. Maybe that’s why it grabs us?