Peteroo's Blog

Sandpipers as stand-pipers are appetitive for arthropods of the agua realm.

Windy waves cannot chip birbs from their steady stakeout.

Patience is only palatable to plumaged peepers if edibles soon emerge from either sea or sand.

Name is suggestive of dromedary aves singing during an arid jornada, but, in truth, they are marine flyers targeting any beach-food empanada. ; )

Shutter at that which decimates creativity’s opportunities to be shared.

Snaps of fingers provide a subtler participation than ballyhoo.

Surprise may be felt when dark room’s recrement out-turns photographic purpose.

Selfie sustains a warmthful rush longer than a saketini’s toast. ; )

Golden cappelletti and rosolio await us.

Where is she?

Her flight was a half day, but landing in dayside should wake her enough for a convo and connect.

Board flips ETA to delay as unsought crew walks through and wintry breeze provides impetus for a self-embrace of hope and assurance.

Eyes will remain glued and I will remain shoed—for regarding a rendezvous, it cannot be one—it must be two. ; )

Archaeobotanist breaks from breaking rocks in a centuries-old sherrifwick, where a specious theory suggests persons would pay fines with petals. Pages describe an apparatus used to press florals into tender, but such an item has not yet been found. Site has revealed cast fossils of feathered foliage, so after restful read, scientist shall return to searching for more support and hope that either self or colleagues stumble across evidence of a device with flexibility, flat surfaces, and an ability to both apply and withstand flowery force. ; )

Heaven on Earth, bastion of imagineer’s sweven smoker, currently out-churning deiform encounters fore horizon’s rufescent rise—cool in warmth, cozy in chill—let it roll, let it fall, let it breathe, let it be. ; )