Porthole

Deadlines... again and again.

Finished and posted:

"Nightfuries" 
"Spirit of the Big Orange Squash" 

"PPC#19 As the sky lowers [257] (dream dust)" 
"PPC#20 Anarchy [256] (Campfire)" 

Since the prizes are great I really need to enter this:

"What a Character! : Official WDC Contest" 

What would be the barrier? Language, custom, talking/miming in metaphor, is this a human, cat, alien, alien cat.

I need to check my lists and get a move on.

Castle Rock, Montana (postcard)

You invite me for dinner,
a table set for multitudes,
a mile high and draped in rainbows
of rock and scree.
A setting that changes with the seasons,
yet fit for eternity.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga, [178.259]

Sent to susanL in Minnesota.

The rock is biotite granodiorite.

Early Sunday Morning 1930 (Edward Hopper)

There comes a shortening...

...to the shadows
at the break of Sunday
as the shop still shut, waits
for the barber to show up

...and to our life
when our hair's been cut,
as our best suit's laid out
to prepare us for eternity.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga, [178.258]

A response to Cappucine who wrote "'Same fog, same conscious movements. Feeling fat, slow, slothy. Elderly, doddery, foggy.'

I have a bit of this. It makes me hesitant about travel, something I looked forward to a couple years ago.

At least I got out today. If I do that everyday my fog may lift (along with my depression). Now about my weight..."

To Tgifisher: "Wonderful memory.

I sat in the old drugstore downtown today (now Butterfly Herbs). It still has a counter and booths in back where I can get a milkshake (I like fire&ice = chocolate-cayenne). I was surprised when one kid ordered a raspberry Italian soda.

It's a tea and coffee and herbs and ... everything place with tin ceilings and high shelves with a rolling ladder. Awesome atmosphere.

They were playing the Tennessee Waltz today..."

I restrained myself and didn't add that I have no similar memories from my childhood. I had no allowance. I had no money. I do remember Kresge's. Root beer floats and comics were considered frivolous... and I had no money.

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