wordless wednesday


While Wordless Wednesday is generally without words… I’m making an exception in honour of poetry month. Yes, I know, every month is poetry month, but let’s not quibble; it’s a good opportunity to share the love even more. Am inspired to this merry lark by an invitation to join the poetry party over at Commatologist, a new-to-me blog, which I have taken an immediate shine to.

Please feel free to share a few inspired words, inspired by this photo… and please pop over to the fun at Commatologist… where there are prizes from Brick Books. So… Roses are red, books are good, let’s get poetry—ING; you know you should…


Other Wordless Friends—

Cheryl Andrews
Allison Howard
Barbara Lambert
Allyson Latta
Elizabeth Yeoman


19 thoughts on “wordless wednesday

  1. I chuckled when I saw the arm! What humour, mystery and whimsey it adds to an already reflective photo! Is the arm attached to a body?? What a hoot!

  2. Holy-Moly, Ms. Magtree, you’ve done it again. Another mystery, and I think we should call in Miss Marple for this one. “The Arm in the Window”. And aside from that, of course, terrific composition — the bricks, the reflected brick building across the street, the “interlocking” car shapes, the little rectangle of blue at the top left. But what the HELL is that arm doing there and how did it get there, sandwiched between the two window layers??? Very fun image. (I see I’m echoing PhotoAlley above. Didn’t read her comment earlier. Agree agree!)

  3. I was trying to work out what it was in the window till I saw the comment saying it was an arm heheh!

    Have a armtastic day ;-)

    1. I’m not surprised you didn’t recognize it. Not exactly what you’d expect to see. Plus it looks rather odd. Am amazed some of the others got it. Clever bunch.(;

  4. Sticks and stones
    and glass
    and cars
    and horns
    may crack my corns
    but this beefy arm
    will never hurt me

    OK …enough of that … off to check out commatologist! Thanks, yet again, for the creative giggle, Carin.

  5. I keep seeing this as the storefront for Margaret’s museum in Glace Bay, Nova Scotia. Margaret tired of the city manager’s strong arm tactics in trying to close down her miners’ museum. She showed him. :)

    1. HA! And just as I was thinking there was no rational reason for a severed arm in a window… you provide a most excellent one.

  6. I keep trying to put my own arm in the same position but can’t figure it out. It seems to me that the person had to be facing the wall, which I suppose is possible, but why? And then it also seems sandwiched between two panes of glass. Do you know the explanation, Carin? It’s like one of those Chinese puzzles where you have to untangle things that seemingly can’t possibly be untangled.

    1. That’s exactly it, Elizabeth. The thing that makes it screwy. I mean, apart from there being an arm in a window. But the position of it makes my elbow ache.

  7. I’m pretty sure the arm–or some body–is waiting for a curious person to ring the doorbell and ask. Unless, of course, it’s a joke on the body who lives there too.

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