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Friday, November 23, 2007

Friday Night at Union Square

Moon rising as the sun sets.

Abstract at Union Square


Ads At Union Square

The Sir Francis Drake Hotel

San Francisco's 85 foot tree all lit up.

The moon - trying to become the tree topper.

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Blogger Jack K. said...

Great photos.

What a marvelous way to enjoy the holiday. It reminds us all of the many things for which we can be thankful.

I am thankful for all my family and friends. Thanks to the internet, that group is growing.

November 24, 2007 10:23 AM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

Oh darlin!!Love that moon achin' to be the top of the tree!!
What a great Thnaksgivin' ya had---thanky fer yore visit, an' I'se readin' now on yore poetry.

Missed ya Bird Beauty!

November 24, 2007 12:27 PM  
Blogger boneman said...

I like the same one as Auntie, but, I see it more as a conversation between the moon and the top star. Something to the effect of, "I'm real and yer plugged in..." "Yeah? Well, I get to hear the childrens' laughter and take a rest now and again."

or something....

November 25, 2007 11:49 AM  
Blogger Polly said...

Thank you for the guided tour around your part of the woods.

Christmas seems to be getting here sooner and sooner.

I got my first Christmas card from Canada last week!

The neighbours are putting up lights already and it is not even December. We were always the first on the first weekend in December and now look....

I am happy.
We are moving back to a caring place.
I may have my country back again from the fug it has been in for the past 11 1/2 years.
Hoping yours follows!


November 25, 2007 9:18 PM  
Blogger Little Lamb said...

Those are very pretty pictures

November 26, 2007 4:56 PM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

nice pics! hope you had a good T-Day! come by my place soon... doing posts regularly in the final stretch, here...

November 26, 2007 5:24 PM  
Blogger boneman said...

In regards to yer poetry the other day, you see where poetry is making its way back into modern movies?
Kate and Leopold, starring Meg Ryan and Hugh Jackman,

I shake and shake the ketchup bottle.
First none'll come out, then alot'll.

November 28, 2007 3:50 PM  
Blogger Bird said...

boneman - you are certainly a poet - i love the idea of a conversation between the moon and the tree star. can i steal this idea? i might try my hand at writing a monologue- well really a dialogue - either a short story or poem strictly confined to the coversation between star and moon.

ab: hope you had a lovely thanksgiving. lemme know your thoughts on the poems - i am still finessing them. don't like them quite as much as i did a week ago.
aint' that always how it works out?

jack: good to see you. i feel a bit guilty when you come by - as i have not been reciprocating of late. i wonder if i too will disappear into the blogging ethers...like ...

bogs: i am pouting and not talking to you because you're signing off.

polly: ihaven't paid attention to the news - you ad your election? your pm, JH is out? congrats to you and the rest of you Aussies!

lambie-poo - how are you? where's /t.? i've not seen our dali lamba in a while.

November 29, 2007 6:36 AM  
Blogger ThursdayNext said...

I hope you continue to have a lovely holiday season that is as special as your evening in Union Square for the tree lighting! :)

November 29, 2007 6:14 PM  
Blogger Polly said...

Hellloooo! Are you out of the country?

Yes we are free free free at last from that obnoxious little turd.

Sad about bogs.

Miss him, I will.

Don't you go too or I won't be able to stand it.

November 30, 2007 3:23 PM  
Blogger boneman said...

You may have any and all words and phrases I bring to your space here.
It's an odd way of thanking all the teachers I disrespected as I grew up (and a bit slow for their liking, I might add)
I was terrible as a student, but, for what it's worth, didn't know better.
'Course, the teacher that sees me coming now, well... they would probably hide or something.
That's because now

and I sure know the questions to ask!

and, speaking of questions,
the billboard signs...
what's the gal selling in the tan colored sign? Is it product or services?


December 08, 2007 10:23 AM  
Blogger boneman said...

how to be adamant without being mean.
Plus, how to bring humor into the "thing" whatever it may be.
That's what I work on, but, I'm not always having the easiest time of it.

I kind'a like that Auntie, and most the folks that wander over are friendly enough, too, but, dang!
When I see a rock slide comin' down on me I usually react first then backpaddle. (Just for the humor of it, sometimes when I'm canoing with someone, I'll start back paddlin' just to see if they're payin' attention.)

I stated a new painting class these past two weeks, and it is improving my painting.
I wonder if there's writing classes around somewhere, cheap enough to attend and learn how to tie my tongue down.
...oh, I dunno.

December 09, 2007 7:07 AM  
Blogger The Phosgene Kid said...

Nice pictures. I like to visit San Francisco - China Town is my favorite place to wander.

December 09, 2007 9:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yoo -hoo? YOO HOOO!!!

Ain't anybody home over heah no more?

Bird Beauty, whar' is ya???

drop us a seed or two so we know ya ain't broke a wing.

December 11, 2007 8:14 PM  
Blogger Aunty Belle said...

Hey Birdy...looky--this has to be fer the Bird we all knows and loves:

Baseball Haiku: American and Japanese Haiku and Senryu on Baseball (Norton, $19.95), edited and with translations by Cor van den Heuvel and Nanae Tamura. More than 200 poems that transcend baseball, many by some of the finest living haiku artists. www.wwnorton.com

December 14, 2007 8:48 PM  

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