Tired of Wired

Cranes flew over our Cuckoo’s Nest at dawn

Sunset through the finer wire on the Sally Port

Cats don’t close the door
Gotta keep the birds inside
Had to add fine wire

Smoking hutch

Daddy Longlegs

Cows in the dusty dusk

Sliver Moon with jet and contrail

Steaming hot mushrooms

Spunk worn out after boxing books

Black Lace Trees at sunset

35 thoughts on “Tired of Wired

  1. I enjoyed all your photo selections, Tim. The cooking mushrooms look like a work of art. The colors, lighting and steam rising and curling. That is a very nice composition.

    Old Spunk looks like he is gathering energy for his next adventure.

  2. I didn’t realize that I have so much catching up to do… I love the photo of the smoking candles. Perfect for a fantasy story. (I’ve been trying to pull together — or maybe narrow down is a better description, a short story for my companion post to Winter’s Moon.) Hugs.

    • The smoke is from the smoking hutch, a smoker Tristan sent from Germany. Both smoking candles and smokers might fit you story. Thanks, Teagan.

  3. Your TimKu says it all about the fine wires.

    Fab shots of the candles, cows and longlegs!

    Hmm, Spunkie-Poo 💋 looks exhausted. You might be working too hard on the library.

    Either that or he’s worried you’ll finish and toss the boxes! xx

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