I’ve made no resolutions for 2025 but in looking through last year’s posts I came across an intention to post more prose, as Thoughts on Thursday. An intention quickly forgotten so I’m resurrecting it here and hoping it does not disappear from memory like last time. One reason for doing so is just the love of words but secondly it complements my poetry writing much of which veers into prose.
“Poetry creates the myth, the prose writer draws its portrait.”
—Jean-Paul Sartre
Already Christmas and New Year are weeks away, although the Thanksgiving cactus developed a festive second flush which is still going. So too is this blog despite the blogosphere dwindling with more and more WordPressers moving away. My recent long absence has been due to other occupations, namely the holidays, a long staying guest and an avid interest in learning to paint mixed media abstracts.
Photography has rather taken a back seat with my latest arty endeavour but then too after some recent snows, we had polar temperatures which froze me in for a week or more. In short I’ve not been out and about with my camera though there are many lovely things to see on dog walks and memorize for another time. For now at least there are these subjects about the house to capture (clickable for closer view)
At least both artist and photographic eye are in training together and I could not resist this fallen leaf in sunlight of Pilea peperomioides aka the Chinese money plant. Apparently if you plant a coin in the soil it attracts prosperity. I might give it a go especially as ‘to prosper’ has more connotations than financial success. I’d be happy enough to thrive and succeed in health and endeavours.
With a brief nod to airmiles and concerns for the planet, English apples over bananas were my chosen fruit for this week. Certainly they are photogenic but only taste will tell their true value. Meanwhile am hoping this will be the third time lucky year for my miniature Worcester Pearman apple tree to show some inclination to blossom and even perhaps fruit!
Thursday Thoughts: From the mundane to the profound as long as its prose
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