🦉 Tim’s Having Baby Owls! 🦉

On By ResaIn Garage Doors65 Comments

Well, okay Mama & Papa owls on Timothy Price from Off Center Not Even‘s property are having the babies.

The eggs have been laid.

Mom’s in the nest.

Dad’s getting food.

…. and bringing it home.

Tim’s owls are not white. They are dark colours. However, these are the owls I found on a garage door.

The eggs should be hatching in April. It’s always a wonderful time when the eggs hatch. The feeding and raising begins. The babies learn to fly, and leave home.(Heartbreak)

Pics taken by Resa – December 30, 2019

Toronto, Canada

The Artist:

You can follow the owl family on Tim’s blog!

O Hálito

On By ResaIn Anya Mielniczek, Environment82 Comments

O hálito’ means the breath in Portuguese.

The artists address the environmental disasters being perpetuated by humanity.  “The Breath” is a nod to the Amazon Forest fires that, inasmuch as I can, tell rage to this day.

These fires are created to maintain society’s greed for growth. They may irreversibly damage the world’s lungs.

Pics taken by Resa – December 30, 2019

Toronto, Canada

The Artist(s) – Anya Mielniczek

 w/ Oriah Scott

Bret the Hitman Hart

On By ResaIn Street Art140 Comments

I ❤️ Bret Hart!

I’m the short one with the bangs. We worked together on a movie directed by Eric Stoltz .

Never knew what to make of this wall art.

Now, I’m thinking, maybe he got into the ring w/Bret?

Okay, so I’m trying to use up my superfluous pics of street art.

Wandering into the alleys of my life at the same time.

Pics taken by Resa – May 6, 2020

The Artist:

Flowers…

On By ResaIn Street Art

Recently, Sue Vincent encountered a new and difficult challenge: lung cancer. I post this incredibly beautiful poem, with its rich and meaningful presentation, in support of her. Thank you for being a sharing and prolific blogger, Sue. Thank you for being you! Sincerely – Resa ❤ (Please visit Sue to comment!)

Sue Vincent's avatarSue Vincent's Daily Echo

 

There were always flowers.

Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast,

All lace and diamonds.

Long black gloves

And painted lips,

As she left, laughing.

A child who watched

As the door closed.

There were flowers…

Yellow tulips,

Cellophane and ribbon

A girl who blushed

As the curtain fell

Upon the stage;

She cradled them,

A first bouquet.

There were flowers,

Roses and lilies

White, in hands and hair,

Their fragrance mingled

With frankincense,

A ghost of awe and wonder

Finding a home

In memory.

There were flowers…

Rainbow hued,

Everywhere.

Greeting a life newborn,

With love and welcome,

Lighting stark severity

As a babe cried.

There were flowers…

Daisy chains

Around his brow,

Crowning him with sunlight,

In laughter,

In simplicity,

In love.

There were flowers,

Three roses,

Red as life,

Placed in a cold hand,

One for each heart

Saying farewell.

Too long,

Too soon.

There are flowers,

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