Tavern's Member Picture Gallery.

My dog contemplating life's deepest mysteries.

 

Like, "Where the heck am I?" and "Why am I a dog?" and "How did a picture of me wind up on my favorite internet writing forum?"

 

I'm Crediting my mum with this photo, but she took this one of me looking like I'm either having an intense conversation or staring match with this Golden-Cheeked Gibbon.

 

I cropped this a little, as there was a lot of unneccesary stuff round the edges, but the day before, i got this photo of this squirrel, who was bold enough to sit next to us for a good couple of minutes

 

My grandson and daughter. (Pics taken on his first camping trip up to the North Coast.)

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And, me being me, I had to mess with one:

 

I love graffiti done right, (in other words, not just tagging), but I'm curious, what does "kill pixie" refer to?

 

Well your composition is nice regardless.

 

I took this pic last night when myself and a friend were experiencing 'Culture Night' in Belfast. We'd made a bevvy pit stop, and my friend pulled a wee pressie out of her bag, a little crystal sphere like the one in my avatar pic. As was playing about with it on the copper table top, I thought it might be worth taking a pic of it to play about with later. This was the result. It's not quite what I initially intended, but then again, my pics rarely are.

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Hey @GingerCoffee ...took this the other night and thought of you.

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Although I look like a junkie here, this is my best pic so far. It was a sneak attack so I didn't have time to freeze in front of the camera and smile like an idiot as usual. My friend really captured my junkie soul here.

 

Adorable @Malisky . Love it!

 

It just dawned on me. There is an album from the band "Pixies" that is called "Death to the Pixies". Maybe that's relevant.
I also think that there's a game in which pixies are some sort of enemies you have to kill, but I'm not sure about this one. I'm not in the genre.

 

Took this on sunday while walking the dog.

 

I'll see your cat, and raise you one more!

My kitty named Daisy, 'Daze' for short. No good at catching mice, ignores the lizards in yard, and otherwise behaves like an old hound dog.
And yes, I really do have a sign on my front door that says "Sparrow House". When I crawl home drunk and confused... I know I'm at the right house.

 

That's surreal.

 

Gotta love Cornwall and our gorgeous beaches.

 

She's here, she's here! My first niece! Meredith Helen. Ain't she perfect?

 

You should adopt another cat also and name him or her "Confused".
My cat was a wild one. (His name was Freddy. I was inspired by Mercury but he turned out a Kruger instead). He's gone missing, but he was a total bum from the start. The photos I posted was one of the rare occasions he wanted petting.

 

A Graffiti Tale

Today was a pretty warm day and having nothing better to do, I went for a walk with Angel. (That's his actual name).



As we were walking in an unknown road, we stumbled upon this:

It looked welcoming enough, so we went in.

Upon our entrance we met two pretty cool guys. They were both Kings and they knew how to pick a string as such. They welcomed us in, but they also warned us to be careful. In case we found ourselves in trouble, they told us to call for the Sacred Spirit of the Lost Souls.


The building was huge and although abandoned, it was not empty. It was inhabited by the colorful dreams of the past residents and passerby's.


But as we were passing from door to door, we came across a strong, malevolent spirit.


We fought it off and run,


but it threw a curse on us.


When we stopped running to catch our breaths, we looked around and came to the realization that we were utterly lost.


We walked and walked, but the building had turned into a labyrinth. We were completely lost.


So, we thought, "Why not ask for some directions from the dreams?"
The first dream we came across was a nightmare. It was a mask-maker and offered us a mask from its collection. We kindly declined the offer and asked for the exit. It said that it didn't know the exit, but maybe his friend across the wall would have an idea.


So, we walked towards the opposite wall and met up with this guy:

He seemed a bit distressed by our appearance for some reason. He stated that all the Big-Macs belonged to him and that we shouldn't approach any further or he would bite us. If it weren't for that chain around his wrist, I'm sure he would have.

Next, we met an overly friendly dream, but for some reason it reeked of ominous energy. We asked for the exit and it responded that it was building an empire and needed recruits. It would tell us where the exit was, only if we sealed a deal first and shook its hand.

We answered "no" of course, but then it abruptly stretched its hand towards us in an attempt to grab us and we found ourselves running, but once again.

We agreed not to ask for any help any more. We were better off alone. So we continued walking... and walking.


But we were only walking in circles.
At some point, desperation came in place.


Angel thought that maybe we should just jump out of the window. It was a sure way out... but out of what exactly? (Considering that this was the second floor of a really tall-ceiling building).


"Oh, just shoot me!" I said. In that moment of desperation though was when I recalled the words of the Kings. I called on the Sacred Spirit of the Lost Souls.


The Sacred Spirit of the Lost appeared at once. I bowed down humbly and told it that we were lost. I begged it to show us the way out...


... and what you know? It guided us out!


Thank you Sacred Spirit of the Lost Souls!

(We only took the pics. The graffiti were created by unknown masters of the art).

 

My house, like all the houses in the historic district are raised three feet off the ground, so there's a crawl space... where stray cats sometimes seek refuge, and die!
Three times I've had to crawl under there and collect a rotting cat, the last one appears to have died while giving birth. What a mess.
It's like there's an underworld portal that spits out nearly dead cats! This one, who I would come to know as Daisy, just wore me down with kindness until I took her in.

Queen is, and will always be my favorite band.
It's testament to the insane talent that was Freddie Mercury, that he was recording almost to the very end. Innuendo is a masterpiece.