Telling tales from around the world
Written by Titirangi Storyteller
13/06/2012 at 11:52 pm
Posted in Writing
Tagged with clockface, liters, litres, meter, monochrome, Photography, Titirangi Storyteller
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Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
These days it's all about the Photopo, but I also write fiction. You can find some of my short stories here.
One photo every day (well, almost every day) taken to a different dimension, funny, poignant, sad, hopefully clever... Observations about living in this world and pondering the possibilities of others. To view the archive, click here.
If I were an island, I should lay in wait until a kind bird came and sat upon me to keep me company. And if a shipwrecked sailor drifted upon my shore I would be in heaven.
Do you feel like an island? Or like a sailor? Maybe it depends on the day or the time of day or the island or the sailor. I'd rather be a bird. Would I rather sit on the island? Or on the sailor sitting on the island? And what of the water? Surely the water would want to have a say in all of this. The water would probably insist.
Appease the water, bird, island and sailor, dazzle it with trinkets and pretty words.
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Beer. I’m going with beer.
pinkunderbelly
14/06/2012 at 12:04 am
Works for me! I sure could go for one right now.
Titirangi Storyteller
14/06/2012 at 12:06 am
Where do you find this stuff? And with that question, the computer freezes, and the post comment button disappears, which is why I haven’t been visiting in quite some time . . . damndamndamn
poietes
23/06/2012 at 7:56 am
This ‘stuff’ is everywhere, all around us. In the garden, on the footpath, at the side of the road, on the side of an old house, or in a ditch or out the window, over there and right here and… I don’t know why I notice all the ‘junk’ around me, but I do… And lately I’ve developed a bit of a fascination of old junk that I can’t tell what it used to do or be part of…
Titirangi Storyteller
23/06/2012 at 10:59 am