Monday, January 3, 2011

Looking back...

by Jay O'Toole

The Past, the Present, and What Comes,
have fans of each their own,
For those who live in other times,
seem odd near what is known!

The past seems great to those who love,
the simple, fresh-air life,
The present trudges and it moves,
through joys and many strifes!

The future is the way that glows,
with Hope's potential grace,
It carries blessings that should grow...
we think, "A wondrous place!"

I've heard it said that "Future Shocks"
so much that human minds,
Pull back to cherish...daily "Box,"
and the left behind!

We see that terms of time are verbal,
when they are expressed,
"The Future's tense, the Present's stable,
The Past is Perfect and best!"

Yet backward looks will cause defeat,
for those who fail to see,
That Time will never call, "Retreat!"
Thus forward it will be!

(Thank you Sans for supplying the poem!)

Saturday, September 11, 2010

the end

Monday, April 26, 2010


* King Abdulazziz University for Science and Technology
A postgraduate university developed specifically for research.

Friday, February 19, 2010

BMW 502

Thursday, February 18, 2010



1/18th scale CARS
A project I am doing with my son, Xander.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Friday, February 5, 2010

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Monday, February 1, 2010

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Friday, January 15, 2010

Thou art sick!

The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick!
The Invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of Crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

Robert Blake

A rose!

A sepal, petal and a thorn,
Upon a common summer's morn,
A flash of dew, a bee or two,
A breeze
A caper in the trees,
And I'm a rose!

Emily Dickinson

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Déjà vu

Friday, December 18, 2009

Que sera sera

by George William Russell
HOW I could see through and through you!
So unconscious, tender, kind,
More than ever was known to you
Of the pure ways of your mind.

We who long to rest from strife
Labour sternly as a duty;
But a magic in your life
Charms, unknowing of its beauty.

We are pools whose depths are told;
You are like a mystic fountain,
Issuing ever pure and cold
From the hollows of the mountain.

We are men by anguish taught
To distinguish false from true;
Higher wisdom we have not;
But a joy within guides you.

Thursday, December 17, 2009


Sand Dunes
Robert Frost

Sea waves are green and wet,
But up from where they die,
Rise others vaster yet,
And those are brown and dry.

They are the sea made land
To come at the fisher town,
And bury in solid sand
The men she could not drown.

She may know cove and cape,
But she does not know mankind
If by any change of shape,
She hopes to cut off mind.

Men left her a ship to sink:
They can leave her a hut as well;
And be but more free to think
For the one more cast-off shell.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Come watch the Shadow Play

Three friends

Welcome to Rosanna! You left kind comments and made me very happy! Thank you.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Out of rock

Pointe Claire

Freezing Day

Friday, November 27, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Sunday, November 8, 2009