It will soon be two years ago
That this blogging adventure started
An adventure with no discernible beginning
And an even less discernible end
Two years have flown by
Like gulls gliding over salt water
A blog for no apparent reason
In two years the counter has topped 45000 visits
Is that good or bad or indifferent ?
The followers widget has been stuck
At just under 400 for weeks or months now
Who will be number 400 ?
Does it matter, one way or another ?
It hasn't gone viral yet I guess
But by the grace of whatever deities
May or may not exist in the blogosphere
A few good people have wandered up to this doorstep
And peered in through the broken shutters
The broken shutters with peeling paint
On the dream house in which this blog survives
Where a cat lies snoring peacefully, wheezing
While a full moon floats without effort above all
For no apparent reason
Perhaps the adventure shall continue a while yet
If you so decree it
Another year or two or three ?
And for no apparent reason
I wanted to share these brambles
Bearing fruits not yet ripe and delicate flowers
Simply because . . .
Again for you, just because
These twisted stems of wildflowers
Surviving in the face of stiff sea breezes . . .
While out on a bit of a ramble in Brittany on Friday the 13th, I chanced upon this odd sign on the side of a well weathered building, where a real live painter had stopped halfway up the wall.
So imagine my surprise when the very next day, Saturday the 14th, out on the island of Ouessant, while bicycling about, I stumbled on this scene, and could do naught else but steal a photograph. Isn't fate odd sometimes ?
And on a stony beach, also on Friday the 13th, these stones where someone had been painting a boat caught my eye, as no pains had been taken to spread canvas out around the boat in progress to protect the beach. What would Jackson Pollock have said ??? So, I offer you these stones, for no apparent reason, perhaps just to say, thanks for stopping by, you are the best blog buddies I could have ever imagined.