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Sinful Sunday

Self Image, Photography and Me.

Self Image, Photography and Me.

I don’t often participate in Sinful Sunday. I rarely take photographs of myself. I rarely let others take photographs of me. I just don’t like how I look. I know that I am supposed too, but it is a skill I am particularly bad at. Even if I am good at telling others how good they look. Molly asked if I wanted her to take a picture for Sinful Sunday… Read More »Self Image, Photography and Me.

Detritus: What Was Left Behind

Our visits are always wonderful. Each visit is better than the last. This visit was no exception. Every item in this picture tells part of a story. I can’t wait until the next chapter. The detritus of this visit has become more than just what is left behind. It is a promise of more adventures. Michael

Dangly Bits

I know the prompt is backlight and obviously my front is the part that is lit ๐Ÿ˜‰ I will say I have never seen my dangly bits from this angle before.

Su-su-sushi

Skating down in ShinjukuWhen I smelled love in the airRolling by the pagodaThe fragrance floats from somewhere Will my Suki find me in timeOr will her sushi spawnThe odor drives me out of my mindThe scent goes straight to my prawn Su-su-sushiMushi-mushiCherry blossom and riceSu-su-sushi she’s so nice ~ The Tubes

Horn of Plenty

Horn of Plenty

It was just Thanksgiving and one of the symbols from back when I was smaller was the Cornucopia. A curved, hollow goat’s horn or similarly shaped receptacle (such as a horn-shaped basket) that is overflowing especially with fruit and vegetables (such as gourds, ears of corn, apples, and grapes) and that is used as a decorative motif emblematic of abundance. โ€” called also horn of plenty. And that is what… Read More »Horn of Plenty

Must Be The Season Of The Whip

Must Be The Season Of The Whip

When I look out my windowMany sights to seeAnd when I look in my windowSo many different people to beThat it’s strange, so strange You’ve got to pick up every stitchYou’ve got to pick up every stitchYou’ve got to pick up every stitchMmm, must be the season of the whipMust be the season of the whip, yeahMust be the season of the whip When I look over my shoulderWhat do… Read More »Must Be The Season Of The Whip