Apples.
Step Ladder.
He’s old enough to pair the two.
He was scared at first.
Then he took to it.
“Fun of the high!”
“Fun of the high!”
“Fun of the high!”
䷔䷢
the sun rises over the earth
the image of progress
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The siblings invariably want the same thing at the same time.
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The stolen portrait at the juice bar was unappreciated.
I sketched her reading book.
She added a caption.
Bad, Bad, Bad,
Bad, Bad,
Drawing䷚䷵
for the provision of nourishment
brings good fortune
spying about with sharp eyes -
Old enough to throw; too young to catch.
Three of us in the twilight.
A triangle connected by a dimpled orange ball.
They laughed and laughed, each time he dropped it.䷖䷺
a shoal of fishes
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I saw his explosive temper in the mirror.
He interrupted our conversation.
We didn’t stop immediately, so he threw a tantrum.
Wailing.
Inconsolable.
Unreasonable.
A miniature dinner maelstrom.䷂䷻
difficulties pile up
horse and wagon part -
Oh the mass of humanity!
I met a friend on the Strip.
June favored us with cloud cover.
Chatted out at the MGM Park.
Two old boys, a long way from Cal, a short skip from 2000.䷻䷇
not going out of the gate and courtyard
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They proof on their own schedules that vary by the seasons.
The ROI is nil.
An activity that I eat.
More often frustrating than triumphant.
Even with my mediocre standards.
These aren’t winners.
But it’s what I do.
Flour, water, salt.
Time.䷂
furthering through perseverance
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He’s a devious one.
The pork wrap was too salty.
Oversalted the meat, or maybe from the tofu skin.
(Still ok when mixed with rice.)
He finished the ground pork.
Then held up a spoonful of the eggplant mash.
这也太咸了!
This is too salty!䷫䷈
it must be checked with a brake of bronze
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Oil-Past-Tails!
My wife made cardboard easels.
Bought a set of oil pastels.
Arranged two apples on a blanket.
And let the kids loose.
They loved the brilliant colors.
Smudged and spread the pigment.
He sucked on his vibrant fingers.
Mommy let loose.䷩䷻
ten pairs of tortoises cannot oppose it
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How many chances will we get?
A rare overcast summer morning.
The boy slept in.
We played catch.
She can really throw.
An orange rubber ball arcs through the grey sky.䷐䷂
to go one’s way with sincerity brings clarity
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My hand is the closest organic model at the desk.
I started drawing again, five minutes a day.
The girl saw the sketches in the notebook.
She added six cartoon hands with a caption.
This
is a
proper
hand,
not
Daddy’s!䷥䷱
opposition
in small matters
good fortune