I smashed my finger in the back door leading to the deck while protecting something more important, a fresh glass of red wine.
The pain was intense. The blood was gushing madly. A serviette was handy but the blood-letting would not cease, regardless of how many times I daubed it on the reddening napkin.
The wine stopper was a later addition as I struggled to stop the bleeding. And I was now idling, waiting for the cessation of the blood flow.
Not too bad.
Venice…stunning canals, colourful buildings and light playfully interact while all the visitor has to do is sit languidly and sip a full-bodied red wine and let the mind wander.
Gizella Kosick Arboretum
Green Bench Brewing Company
Sign in Hops and Props bar
Hunting for geckos outside Hops and Props bar
Writer’ tears and
Bubble over the brain like lava
Hot on a flow with an
Undertow of emotions
That embrace the brain
Like a heated vice lock.
So I surf the web
As a distraction
A needle in the brain
That sparks life and
Words on paper.
On the screen
Stored in memory
Printed to page
Where the words flow more freely
From the depths of the printer
And I am relieved that I have no more
Fears or tears.
Leonard Cohen mural on Crescent Street.
Benelux for great beer.
Leonard Cohen mural as seen from the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts.
A very fine red wine at Bouillon Bilk.
Victoria Embankment Gardens in central London celebrates the sesquicentennial with plantings of the Canada 150 tulip – white leaves and red flames echoing the maple leaf flag.
St. Paul’s Cathedral is always stunning no matter the angle of the shot or the time of day.