She knew how to start
But didn’t know
How you stopped.
This entry was posted on November 24, 2014 by Sister Madly. It was filed under Inspiration and was tagged with art, beauty, dark, humor, madness, nature, photography, satire, sister madly, terry pratchett, weird, writing.
November 24, 2014 at 9:59 PM
Haystack Rock, Pacific City, Oregon.
Although, I wouldn’t mind a trip to Cyprus.
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November 24, 2014 at 10:14 PM
That’s OK, The first picture was very similar to what I thought it was. If I ever rob a bank I’ll treat you.
November 24, 2014 at 10:23 PM
I saw the first one and thought Point Mugu. Very nice shots!
November 25, 2014 at 4:10 AM
So many large rocks in the ocean, so little time to see them all…
November 25, 2014 at 3:04 PM
Especially with the ones in my head so close!
November 25, 2014 at 4:47 PM
Is that where coal comes from?
November 25, 2014 at 5:05 PM
Starts that way but it comes out diamonds baby!
November 25, 2014 at 5:16 PM
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in the min(d)
(… with apologies to Leonard Cohen…)
November 25, 2014 at 5:36 PM
I do love the works of my fellow Canuck!
The jury is still out on whether thou are only half crazy Milady Madly
With no apologies….
And you know that she’s half crazy but that’s why you wanna be there,
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China,
And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her,
Then she gets you on her wavelength and she lets the river answer,
November 26, 2014 at 4:12 AM
Isn’t that just always the way it is, right? I remember my daughter’s first driving lesson in my old truck. We were on the road coming out of the dump and she was going really good. We were rollin! We were coming to the highway and she was doing so well I hated to stop her. Then we were really close to the highway and it came to me that we hadn’t covered stopping – I never expected to get that far! We were right at the highway and I was choked – I didn’t know what to tell her to do so I started praying that there were no cars on the highway. We bounced across the highway and onto the dirt road on the other side. We coasted to a stop, had a laugh and vowed to never speak of it to her mother. This story is exactly like your poem about the banan.
November 25, 2014 at 8:55 AM
Wow! I’d say that’s one of the ultimate ‘Never Tell Mother’ stories, which I believe we all have. However, I believe that one can go on spelling ‘Banananananana…. etc…’ forever and live to tell the tale (although, I haven’t actually tried.)
November 25, 2014 at 3:00 PM
I think Sister Madly should try it.
November 26, 2014 at 7:59 AM
I see a life cut short by writer’s cramp… perhaps it is dangerous.
November 26, 2014 at 12:01 PM
Saw your blog and found the photography interesting decided to follow
November 26, 2014 at 11:29 AM
Why, thank you! I appreciate your support!
November 26, 2014 at 11:58 AM
November 26, 2014 at 12:06 PM
Bananas are awesome.
November 29, 2014 at 2:52 PM
Indeed- just not the spelling part.
I bet whoever invented that word was a sadist.
November 29, 2014 at 4:15 PM
Gwen Stefani taught me to spell it.
November 29, 2014 at 4:59 PM
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