Reflecting on the past few days

Things improved slightly this afternoon, though...

55 on Friday

4pm rush. A bus, uncomfortably full. Human smells wafting about in the overheated air: sweat, spicy food, booze, cigarette smoke, cheap deodorant...
Trapped inside, a wasp, tapping incessantly on the windowpane, trying in vain to escape. People milling around in discomfort.

A man sitting by the window pulls out his cellphone and squashes the wasp.

Abstract

... in the colours of this dreary Thursday
(although not directly related to today in any way)

haiku my way

top of the hill

the horizons

i never saw before

...

did i betray you?
was i betrayed by you?
whose truth is just?
without a judge
without a jury
you sentenced me to life
without you

Here I come

Between apples and pears seems a strange place for a sunflower to grow. But this one seems to do just fine and the bumblebee about to visit it appears to be quite happy with the way things are.

55 on a Friday

The apple standing alone at the edge of a parking lot was not a happy tree. Last spring it had been trimmed within an inch of its life. This cold and wet spring bees failed to visit its blossoms. Now the scorching summer heat has sapped all its juices and the remaining fruit has shrivelled.