Musings of a Whimsical Realist

One of my poems, and my LAST Project 24 blog post.  14 months ago I started on these and completed 16 topics out of 24 (some were SO photo-specific that I didn't feel inspired to write).  Overall,  it was a fun experience.  Since I've never done the Creative Photography Challenge #1, I may go back and borrow those topics at some point.  For now, I have quite a few other topics that I look forward to exploring. Potential  An acorn, bead from necklaced trees Falls gently to the ground It burrows into mossy soil And grows without a sound Like lovers on their wedding day A small seed planted new With lace and song and flowers bright To help it grow up true The acorn grows throughout the year Oft buried under wintery frost Kind seasons bring a pleasant breeze Tempestuous the rough accost The couple meets its seasons too The times emerge both sweet and harrowed As they attempt to grow together Before their views have dangerous narrowed What will be the

Glowing screens. Flashing lights.  Chiming alerts.  The modern age is indeed amazing in its plethora of technology.  There is almost always “an app for that.” Then there are those of us who cling willfully to the past.  I am writing this blog entry in my notebook with a pen (my favorite G-2 gel pen, itself a technological wonder).  And until September of last year, I had a paper calendar.  I’m not referring to wall-calendar type . . . one still hangs on my wall for quick reference and enjoyment of the attached scenery.  But a spiral-bound calendar that functioned as my second brain.  The type that you would find in the day planners so popular in the 1990's and early 2000's.  And I stubbornly refused to give it up despite my husband’s pleading (and often disparaging) attempts to convince me to let go of such “ancient” technology. So what changed my mind?  Several things, honestly, but mostly a diabolical and long-reaching “plan” on the part of my computer-savvy spouse.  Slow