Silent Sunday in Spring

Silent Sunday

A Sunday Tanka

Bright colored blossoms --

Summer's fragile, fragrant vow --

So soon forgotten --

While in the greenwood's solemn

         Depths, the grave, grey stones endure.

 Vives floraisons
Evanescent voeu d'été (ou) Serment d'été parfumé
Si vite oublié
Dans les vertes profondeurs
Perdurent les tombes grises

This French version is courtesy of Miss Yves -- she and I have this little game of translating one another's poetry -- 

Faces in the Crowd

I was startled yesterday to find that PICASA, the program I use to manage my pictures, had decided on its own initiative to go through all my pictures and single out the faces. I don't normally take a lot of pictures of people -- except maybe at a mystery convention, so I was surprised to see that PICASA had managed to find well over a thousand. They included all sorts of faces  from all sorts of photos -- a romance novel cover, African fabric with a picture of Obama on it, a votive candle, a tile in my kitchen, a photograph on the wall of a restaurant in Indianapolis, two photographs that were in the background of a larger shot, and of course any number of real people.

So I felt compelled to do something with all these faces. And here they are.

There are several mystery authors represented including a good looking guy who's a NYT Bestseller, a southern-fried lawyer, a NY substance abuse counselor, and a perky little Canadian.

Friends and family are there, a couple of women who were in a quilting class I once taught, and more than one face I have no idea about.

More mystery authors, more family, a book cover face, a mystery man or two, and one dog. Recognize anyone?

I can't wait to see what PICASA does next. I wish it would go organize my pantry.