There are three here, two eating and one hovering off to the left.
There is one looking at the flowers and another one eating.
There are three here, all catching their breath.
There are three here, one eating, one landing and just a blur to the right.
I was able to get this picture because this bird flew into our window and stunned itself. It stood there for quite awhile wondering what it had hit. Isn't that just like life?
The explanation of life and related writings.
While earning a B.A. and B.Phys.Ed. at McMaster U circa 1970 I asked why conflict pervades our lives. Years later I found the answer is the question of meaning I call "the last why", for it will never be answered. Still we try and have tried to "fill the void" behind "Why am I?" in ways that conflict, since it was first asked by 'Eve'. The result is our open-ended history of optional conflict.
In 2005 my Mom's need allowed me to see if I was a fool for asking why, by seeking reaction to my analysis the only way an anonymous carpenter could, with a website. I first tried to attract visitors with prose posts but changed to my poetry, for reason in rhyme is more memorable. I've had to advertise so I could be twice the fool but reaction leans toward, I may not be. If you like a poem please at least click the new 'like' (heart) button. It will help keep mine beating. Sharing will help too. Thanks. Doug.E.Barr