I is for Ice Cream, a Treat at the Fair
J is for Junk, Piled High Everywhere
K is for Kale, Cabbage’s Kin
L is for Lady; the Snow Makes Her Grin
About Bo MackisonI'm a photographer, book-artist, traveler, naturalist, and creator of the Contemplative Creatives Journey, An Online Workshop and Community and Desert Wisdom Cards and Workshops. Though often not well known, I find the desert a welcoming place - a healing space. Its mysteries and gifts transformed me several years ago. Since that first encounter, I return again and again to fill my well in what most people think of as a desolate region. I'd love to share my desert discoveries and wisdom with you. Please subscribe to receive my five part mini email course The Gifts of the Desert. It's my gift to you.
that’s a nice snowman and a nice series of photographic rhymes! 🙂
You OBVIOUSLY have been working on this project for a while! 🙂 Love it. Can’t wait for the next installment.
Actually, Sue, I got hit by the inspiration bug two days ago – but I’ve been working on the project ever since. I’m at U, so I still have a few more to do. 😉
Great series of posts, although the ice cream isn’t as appealing when it’s -6 out! I don’t know why though because the snow lady sure is.
Am so impressed..and inspired. This is wonderful..and such fun! Looking forward to tomorrow….
Oh, love the ones in this series. Junk pile and snow cone I am esp fond of. And the snowman (woman?) has some pretty eyes!!
Such a fun collection of photos here. Nice work. I love the snow-lady!
I love that ice cream cone! My parents would drive us kids into town occasionally just to get ice cream at a particular drive in that just served malteds, shakes, cones both ice cream and snow, banana splits, sundaes, and all manner of chilled goodies. I’ll never forget the decals on the windows of dancing ice cream cones, the bright flourescent lights that buzzed, hot summer nights with dripping ice cream cones, and atop this drive-in was a similar lighted ice cream cone. For a kid, this place was sheer heaven, and the memory is a viseral one. Thanks, Bo.
Very entertaining post. In comment to Montucky – when it’s -6, the ice cream cone certainly won’t melt prematurely (at least not outside).