Jean: “Excuse me, Mr. Photographer Man, but what are we trying to accomplish here?” Photographer: “Well, as the newest spokesmodel for Bonnywood Manor, you’re here to do your Public Relations magic and keep the blogging worlds aligned in a satisfactory manner.” Jean: “I don’t really recall signing up […]
Our journeys are filled with chances Doorways to not now Some taken, some ignored, some slammed Some never noticed Until the clarity of time reveals the miss Is it fair, at this point, any point To wonder about the branches Ponder the paths pursued and passed […]
For once, I’m just going to keep my mouth relatively shut and get out of the way, letting the pictures speak for themselves. These are snaps from the Cueva de Nerja on the southern coast of Spain. Enjoy. The cave was discovered in 1959 by a group of […]
The ducks seemed to have reached an impasse, both physically and spiritually… Pablo de Pato, bottom: “But why won’t you join me on the dark side? Ducky Bob: “Because it is the dark side, Pablo. You do wretched things and no one seems very happy about it. […]
We were innocently making our way back from the proper village of Cómpeta to our little villa located on the outskirts of town. The wee journey had been rather uneventful so far, if you put aside the always-inherent danger of traveling the merest trace of a country road, […]
There are moments When you simply turn a corner And you get a reminder That we spend far too much time Worrying about nothing When the best thing you can do Is let it all fall away Let everything go And just breathe…
Pablo de Pato, left: “This must be one of the humans’ weapons of mass destruction.” Ducky Bob, right: “People actually have those things? I thought WMD’s were something that American presidents made up when they wanted to go to war with smaller nations just to boost their popularity […]
Reporter: “Excuse me, but I’m looking for Brian of Bonnywood.” Jean: “Oh. Well, you won’t find him here.” Reporter: “But my sources tell me that Brian is staying at this villa while he’s in Spain. Did I make a wrong turn somewhere?” Jean: “Honey, we all make wrong […]
Pablo de Pato stepped out of his mountainside enclave and gasped. Far down the slope, in the Villa at the edge of his kingdom, he could detect movement. People movement. How could this be? After the Great Insurrection of 2018, wherein Pablo’s warriors had soundly trounced the invading […]
Well, weren’t quite in Cómpeta at the time of this photo. We were at the airport in Malaga. Due to mildly-complicated traveling arrangements, it was necessary that Partner and I loiter on the premises for six hours until our cohorts in crime arrived from England. We innocently thought […]
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