I love fantasy as it
leaves everything to the imagination and gives one the freedom when creating to express this.
My inspiration often comes from antique bits of lace and/or
fabric, old photos, antique display items, found objects in nature. A lilting tune can also inspire me, as can other artists' works.
I live in a wonderfully quaint town approx. an hour
northeast of Toronto, Ontario with my hubby and our dog and cat. Both daughters have flown
The tenacity of the human spirit. Life must go on.
That is WOW ...he even has a hopeful look on his face! Wonder if the milk was for his own children :)
Thats dedication for you !
This is wordless to be sure.
Very striking image you found again this week!
(I decided to join in on the Wordless Wednesday postings starting today, but didn't quite manage the wordless part.:0])
you're finding better pictures than me
I'm getting jealous
Neither wind nor snow nor...oh, that's for the mail, huh...hmmm..
Neither smoke nor bricks nor earthquakes will stop the milk from getting through! Great picture Sue. And thanks for participating on my blog! You just crack me up...see, we all have funnybones!
Me again...I just realized we both did a FOODIE kinda thing...this is just funny!!!
Great pic. Look at all the activity happening in the background, and yet, he seems to be almost strolling along.
Wow, reminds me of the British WWII saying "keep calm and carry on." He sure is!
One of my favourite images from WW2 - sadly our milkmen are a dying breed - almost everyone buys their milk in plastic at the supermarket now.... very sad :o(
Well this is new to me...I just saw that photo on my blog where my list of favorite blogs to follow is and thought..wow, what is this? So it appears, a photo that says it all...on Wednesdays...is this all there is to it? In the meantime...seeing this little blurb on my site brought me to this...the picture said it all, thx for drawing me in...juner
You are right Ann our local Milk man is part of a dying breed, he had such a bad hip he could barely walk and still used to stagger down our steps with 4 pints and a yogurt every morning! He'd have a few minutes sat in the kitchen then back to his round... supermarkets are killing the British way of life!
Oh, I looked at this and an overwhelming sadness took over..what we complain about pales with what this represents. Thanks - and you're right..there are no words..
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