Looking back...

PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE

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!)

the end

KAUST*

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

BMW 502

Lamborghini

F40

1/18th scale CARS

A project I am doing with my son, Xander.

Coupe de Ville

Alien landscape

Proof of Life

Standing tall

Going Nowhere

Only footprints

You can run...

Breaking

Disconnected

Oh, great ball of fire!

A happy feeling came this way

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

Déjà vu

Que sera sera

Childhood

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.

Masalama

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.

The Great Outdoors

Come watch the Shadow Play

Three friends

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

Out of rock

Pointe Claire

Freezing Day

One mountain, many faces

The Prodigal 'Sun' of Africa

Giving in abundance, lavishly or profusely

Need space?

Perfect Day