Brain Candy

"I love to go out in late September, Among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries, To eat blackberries for breakfast, The stalks very prickly..." ~ Gallway Kinnell, "Blackberry Eating" (image at novascotiagardening)

Beware the Pawn Army...😊

Adolph Tidemand (1814-1876) was a noted Norwegian romantic painter. Among his best known paintings are Haugianerne(The Haugeans; 1852) and Brudeferd i Hardanger(The Bridal Procession in Hardanger;1848), painted in collaboration with Hans Gude. (Wilipedia) ("Bridal Party) by Adoph Tidemond)

Happy Itty Bitty Hump Day....No Sweat! 😊

Beach Boys--Surfin' Safari "Let's go surfin' now, Everybody's learning how, Come on and safari with me..."

"When squirrels are harvesting, And birds in flight appear, By these autumn signs we know, September days are here." ~ Beverly Ashour, "September" (image at flickr)

Makes sense to me...😊

Georges-Pierre Seurat (1859-1891) was a French post-Impressionist painter and draftsman. He is noted for his innovative use of drawing media and for devising the painting techniques known as chromoluminarism and pointillism. (Wikipedia) ("Paysage et Personnages"

Georges-Pierre Seurat (1859-1891) was a French post-Impressionist painter and draftsman. He is noted for his innovative use of drawing media and for devising the painting techniques known as chromoluminarism and pointillism. (Wikipedia) ("Paysage et Personnages"

What a rip-off! 😊

John Prine--Souvenirs "Memories, they can't be boughten, They can't be won at carnivals for free, Well, it took me years, To get those souvenirs, And I don't know how they slipped away from me..."

"Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer." ~ Sarah Teasdale, "September Midnights" (image at metoffice)

"Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer." ~ Sarah Teasdale, "September Midnights" (image at metoffice)

🎶 "Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder..."🎶

Fitz Hugh Lane (1804-1865) was an American painter and printmaker of a style that would later be called Luminism, for its use of pervasive light. (Wikipedia) ("Becalmed off Halfway Rock")

My old friend....😊

Buffalo Springfield--Mr. Soul "Well, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason, For the thought that I caught in my head, Is the event of the season..."