Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Apple of the Eye


A bit like the smell of motor oil, I relish the smell of printer's ink.

My husband actually likes a light smell of skunk. It recalls his uncle's ranch as as child, walking up the creek fishing and the barn cat that could not wait for the hook to come out before grabbing the fish.

Ever wonder what odd thing makes your reflection shimmer in God's mind?



 Reflecting the heart

Backward upside down buffoon

Apple of the eye




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2 comments:

Tattoo Girl said...

Moon Poem 6

Last Quarter

Trees tuck nests in leaves
Holding them close like secrets.
A guardianship.

Craig and Bethany said...

And smells directly access the memory center of the brain. They completely bypass the thinking centers, go right to the images of the past. Seems I should be bottling up the smells of my best moments instead of taking pictures of them.