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Todays prompt in the FMS Photo A Day group was "black and white". I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it. I thought it migh take me most of the day to decide on a photo. I took my dog Tallulah out this morning for her yard walk and there was my answer. My yard was full of black birds. I even saw a robin which is unusual for this time of year. My dog Tallulas was trying to catch them. Most of them flew to the tree next door and watched us. And then I realized there was my photo. Black birds and white streaks of clouds in the back ground. Not a literal black ad white photo, but a fun inspiration.
Todays prompt was Hidden Beauty. I saw this beautiful little hidden flower growing out of the side of a tree in Waikiki.
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After a manic morning of school run, little kickers football class and a visit to the supermarket, Boo is finally still, concentrating on his [or his big sisters] puzzles!
2012-09-23_17-30-08 Lisäsin hammaslankaan ja harjaan + listerineen vielä pulloharjan ja helpolla pääsee tarkastuksissa.
I've noticed it worth the trouble to use this in addition to flossing, brush and listerine.
I cherish each and every postcard sent to me. Latest addition is Grand Canyon card. #fms_far #fmsphotoaday
My Hat!
The hats of a man may be many
In the course of a varied career,
And some have been worth not a penny
And some have been devilish dear;
But there's one hat I always remember
When sitting alone by the fire.
In the depth of a Northern November,
Because it fulfilled my desire.
It was old, it was ragged and rotten
And many years out of mode,
Like a thing that a tramp had forgotten
And left at the side of a road.
The boughs of the mulga had torn it,
It's ribbon was naught but lace,
And old swaggie would not have worn it
Without a sad smile on his face.
When I took off the hat to the ladies
It was rather with sorrow than swank,
And often I wished it in Hades
When the gesture drew only a blank;
But for swatting a fly on the tucker
Or lifting a quart from the fire
Or belting the ribs of a bucker
It was all that a man could desire.
When it ought to have gone to the cleaner's
(And stayed there, as somebody said!)
It was handy for flogging the weaners
From the drafting-yard into the shed.
And oft it has served as a dish for
A kelpie in need of a drink;
It was all that a fellow could wish for
In many more ways than you'd think.
It was spotted and stained by the weather,
There was more than one hole in the crown,
And it made little difference whether
The rim was turned up or turned down.
It kept out the rain (in a fashion)
And kept off the sun (more or less),
Bt it merely comanded compassion
Considered as part of one's dress.
Though it wasn't a hat you would bolt with
Or be anxious to borrow or hire,
It was useful to blindfold a colt with
Or handle a bit of barbed wire.
Though the world may have thought it improper
To wear such old rubbish as that,
I'd have scorned the best London-made topper
In exchange for my old battered hat.
-- William Henry Ogilvie