Technicolor gloomy day

No sun. Clouds so heavy they felt like a blanket covering it all, a drippy blanket at that… but those blue blue waters of the south island just never give up. They just keep on flowing bluer than blue. No matter how you feel.
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No sun. Clouds so heavy they felt like a blanket covering it all, a drippy blanket at that… but those blue blue waters of the south island just never give up. They just keep on flowing bluer than blue. No matter how you feel.
Written by Titirangi Storyteller
27/07/2012 at 9:59 pm
Posted in Writing
Tagged with blue water, New Zealand, Photography, poetry, Project 365, rainy day, South Island, 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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It’s really not fair. When we have a lack of color, it extends to everything. The Atlantic is never so uninviting as when it’s browny-green. Your water is still cerulean.
poietes
06/08/2012 at 9:51 am
Yes, I was always disappointed in the Atlantic. It does improve when it becomes the Caribbean, but generally it just does not deliver like the South Pacific or Indian Oceans… But our blue blue waters in land come that way from filtering through the minerals in the mountains… Even our glaciers are blue – not sure how or why, but they are really beautifully blue…
Titirangi Storyteller
07/08/2012 at 10:34 pm