Peace and Tranquillity

[darter02]

e_pixa, you have to give us some info on that image! LOL Let me guess, a band members home? These are a collection of what was thrown on stage??? Perhaps trophies from frat house raids????

[peterb]

Are those a modern day version of dream catchers?

I think they're called "dream crotchers" actually.

[darter02]

Are those a modern day version of dream catchers?

I think they're called "dream crotchers" actually.

Oh man!! I am glad I was not drinking my water when I read this or I would need a ned keyboard!

[ugot2bkdng]

Me too, It has been a while since I had a good laugh on this board. Life is too short.

[pstewart]

LOL! Funny stuff! Those are displayed at a craft fair...someone made them. The problem with buying panties at a sidewalk craft fair is where/how do you try them on? In that van parked there? Actually they'd be nice just hanging on the wall in a guy's bachelor pad...would go with any decor.

[northstar37]

These stones, at the back of my home, were put there 5000 years ago. They were already 2000 years old at the height of Ancient Egypt.

What they were for, nobody knows. But it is supposed that they may have something to do with an 18 year cycle of the moon.

[nksyoon]

Valle Verzasca, Switzerland



Rome, Italy



Kahlenberg, Austria



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[annayu]

http://www.pbase.com/image/24102767

[chagen]

A quitet morning in the fjords of western Norway.

[framewerkz]

Right in the middle of Hong Kong there are a few parks, and with careful framing you can really make it look like there's nobody around.

[shawnaphoto]

[e_pixa]

Alsace, France









Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/e_pixa/nature

[pstewart]

This is the most tranquil scene I know of...my grandparents' farm house where I spent so many wonderful summer days as a child. With no sounds but an occasional distant moo and the delightful singing of the birds in the huge spruce trees nearby, I think it was the most serene home on earth. The house is no longer in the family, but it lives on in my memory. I even wrote a poem about the house, and yes I am brazen enough to post it too.

Look under the house. (No dead bodies, just my poem.)



Through the Window
by Phyllis Stewart

Sun through the window ignites the yellow walls,
Warmth like a womb surrounds my soul.

Yellow marble vinyl with bright chrome trim,
Jar of homemade currant jelly on a golden altar.
Incense from a smoldering match,
Then coffee bubbles on the propane stove,
Morning rye toast and eggs from the hens,
Fragrances carve a holy temple in my mind.

Sounds through the window flutter to my heart,
Cardinals and waxwings on the spruces.

In the hallway the scent of friendly dust,
No sweeping can or should remove.
Carved mahogany railing, wool runner on the stairs,
Both worn smooth from years of life.
Bright rooms at the top, down a long narrow hall,
And a dark scary closet that no one ever used.

From the pink parlor the smell of mildew and lace
Competes with the window's green perfume.

Past the screendoor old floorboards ripple
Along a vine trimmed trellised porch.
Wooden chairs, no two matching, line the cool white house,
Peeking through tall spruces to the pastures beyond,
Sit and worship a dewcrisp morning, glowing golden
From the yellow haze of road clay and hayseed dust.

[mpdequalsyfsm]

Nice thread to cruz through before I get back to work! Lunch is over

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