Halloween Eve Escape

This is a story about three British brothers of His majesty’s navy named Boney, Bones and Boner.  Several hundred years ago they were chained and shackled in an underground dungeon in the very pits of the Capitol of Williamsburg.  They were accused of witchery.  Instead of death by fire, they were to rot to death.  At the time of their sentence, an old haggard woman with a long chin, warts on her nose and hair like straw placed a curse on them.  The curse was for them to live forever without skin, mind, heart and spirit.  It is year 2016.  The Skeleton brothers have resurrected from the pits of the underground.

Boner stands with telescope in hand over-looking the area as Bones lowers Boney to the ground. Boney hollers to Bones “Don’t let go of that rope or my bones will break.”

Once on the ground their bones rattled as they ran to the fence.  Swiftly they climbed over the gate. Boner yells, “We are free at last.”

The three of them stopped for a break. Bones says,” my joints ache, it must be arthritis.” “It is old age, here eat an apple” said Boney.

Boner points to a stage coach.  “Let’s try to get a ride to Yorktown, maybe we can find our old sailing vessel.”

Happy Halloween!!!!! 

Transmogrify

 

Love, peace and an understanding of gentleness

Oh to be welcomed amongst a flock of birds and see the excitement of these pigeons. Their wings open like outstretched arms flapping like hands clapping with enthusiasm. It was a pleasure to photograph these exhilarating creatures.

Hope you enjoy the photo and the written humor!

Animal

How does a non web footed bird cross the water without flying?

This is the actual photo I took. No photoshop or gimmicks.

Rare

Spring has sprung; birds will sing

 

Buds are bursting and spring has sprung.

The glum winters’ end has come.

Spring winds blow to welcome a generation of new.

Chirrup! Chirrup! I chirp this song for you..

Comments and critiques are always welcomed:

A Time for Joy

After a scorching summer, today is a blessing. The heavy over-cast clouded sky sprayed a light mist throughout the day.  I stepped outside, and a chill hit me like you’d feel when you first jump in the water.  As I walked to the river, I became more aware of my surroundings.

Squirrels noisily scampered over the fallen leaves to search out the fallen acorns.  A crisp autumn day displayed its colors like an artist’s palette of reds, yellows oranges, and browns.  Leaves of oak, maple, and elm laid among the musty rich soil of last year’s decaying leaves.  The once vibrant green leaves still cling to the limbs, are now withered and spotted with age.

I inhaled deeply and smelled the smoke of burning cedar from the chimney of a nearby house.  A fishy scent permeated the air as I came closer to the water.  Like steam from a boiling teapot, cloudy vapors hovered on the waters’ surface.  Drops of rain pelted the water like bait fish jumping in and out of the water.

In the distance, I heard fog horns bellow out their low blaring signal.  Out from the waters cloudy vapor I could see the silhouette of a crab boat.  As it got closer, crab baskets stacked 4 high seem to overflow the boat’s tiny deck.  The boat cut a deep wake making its way to the pier to off load its daily catch of the day.

In these days of technology and fast paced time, we no longer take in the beauty of nature and hear the sounds of joy.   Although the day was dismal and dreary, I found happiness and pleasure in capturing the various senses of my surroundings.