Two teeny videos from Ellen Silverman, and a teeny Li Po poem, for those in need of refreshment, a shift of view or just plain RELIEF from whatever is going on.
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.—Li Po (8th century)
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hmm,..
when i read ‘teeny’,
i interpreted ‘teen-ager’.
Not wanting to feel ‘old’,
i watch resentfully…..
My mistake!
“..the wind tickling my bare head,.”,
did make me think of my bald spots,
however…… ?
gallagher
p.s.: Older, but no wiser.
Hmmm. Is it better to be “teeny” than a “teenager”?
Existential question…