Weekend #Ekphrasis challenge, for those who follow #CoSoArt. (Shall we make this a "thing", for those who want more creative expression shared on CoSo?)
This is "The Watcher" by Kellen Rodrigues. What writing, music, or visual art does it inspire from you?
It's utterly bonkers that we ever think of our societies as just.
At best, we're a mess of people with loosely related notions of common destiny, burning with competing internal convictions of what justice entails, trying to scrape out small, reactive wins in systems broken by design.
The cruelty of humanity, and its strategic indifference to *some* suffering, is never surprising.
What's surprising is the hope we still carry into the fight for something better, age after wounded age. #History
The saga of the hippos continues. ๐
Now the ecological problem lies with *dead* hippos gumming up the rivers.
(Cane stalks from a guarapo vendor get dumped at this bin. They're after the sugar.)
๐ Did you folks know about this?
I was chatting with Colombian friends today and they told me that the word for this hairdo, locally in the 80s, was the "Alf", like the show. Did *we* ever call it that? I feel like two North American cultural items were exported at the same time and got fused in the process. ๐
The horses who pass through my park in the morning are like big ol' raccoons. They garbage-dive for fruit peels and cane sugar, the giant sucks.
Happy Thursday, CoSo, whatever your dumpster-diving brings you for brekkie!
(Also, be careful when petting your hooved friends in the rain.) #Nature
#CookiesForDays
Or more like--
#CookiesForNeighbours
#CoSoBakes
(Also: I used to hate oatmeal raisin cookies, and now I... kind of prefer them to the chocolate chip variety? Is this a sign of ageing? Should I be learning how to make fig newtons? ๐ฌ)
Afternoon cookies (using up the rest of the dough from Monday).
Swing by, bring a book, and let's down these suckers with tea or something stronger.
#AmReading (One more book before I can write that darned review.) #CoSoBakes
๐ And there's a transport protest today on the highway (ongoing union issues with the state). I'll save you the noise this time, but some trucks are trying to toot out tunes, so - points for creativity.
(I can't fully concentrate until they pass, though, alack.)
Some days I really just want to live in a cabin, well away from all this nonsense. Porch chair. Suspenders. Battered old book of poetry I've read to death. Cat in the window. Lazy old beagle called Colonel McGruff snoozing beside me, except when needed to huff a low howl of a warning if anyone comes up a narrow dirt road.
Is it the whisky wagon, here to drop off my monthly jug alongside coffee and grains? No? Well, that's also what the bear-deterrent of a shotgun is for.
New #BugFriend just dropped! ๐
Look at this absolute unit, trucking along in the gentle rain with its shell all a-glistening. My favourite litle self-made homeowner-on-the-go. #Nature
Oh goodie, a late afternoon tootening.
Not like I was trying to concentrate or anything. ๐
Writer (SFWA), translator, humanist, general odd duck โข ๐จ๐ฆn in ๐จ๐ด โข avoids pronouns, they/them if key