© irene waters 2016
© irene waters 2016
© irene waters 2016
© irene waters 2016
© irene waters 2016
Pythagorus claimed three was truth
Triangular forming
and life it seems has three sides
Harmony, wisdom and understanding
creatures are born, they live then die
chronologically there is a past, a present and a future
books have a beginning, a middle and an end
as do speeches and many other things
The trinity – father, son and holy ghost
and success attributed to luck is found
on the third attempt
In nature, man made things and in the head
Threes abound.
In response to Paula’s Thursday’s Special.
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
I love your collection of photos and your poem. You’re right about threes – I search for the third if I only have two when I’m writing: there’s a definite rhythm to three.
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That is interesting that you search for the third. I know disasters always seem to come in runs of three. Glad you enjoyed the photos and poem. Thanks for commenting.
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I wish you could see my face while I was looking at your photos and reading this. Are these your words? Of course they are. I am just so overwhelmed with this outstanding post. I am so grateful Irene. You have made my challenge theme far less banal with this now. Really, really appreciated.
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Some prompts hit a chord and some responses also. I felt like that with your apples and the shadows. A piece of art and nothing banal about that. 🙂
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Wow, you took this to this challenge to the top! I loved the photos. I would have been impressed with one, two, or three. Your poem was fantastic too. Lots of work and planning went into this one. I would also think much heart! Thank you for a lovely post. I’d like to link to this for my “T” A-Z Blogging Challenge. Would you be okay with that?
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Linda I would be honoured if you linked my post. I’m glad you liked it so much.
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So much thought gone into this post giving lots of inspiration. The photos are so good too.
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Glad you enjoyed it Pauline.
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Beautiful collection of threes and a superb poem. Excellent Irene 🙂
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Thanks Jude. I’m never quite sure what constitutes a poem now I’ve stopped trying to get them to rhyme but I’m glad you liked it.
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Something to do with the flow… 🙂
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🙂
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Absolutely amazing post Irene, I love the photos but your words take it to another level. Wonderful.
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Thanks Miriam. Glad you liked it so much. Cheers
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Just wonderful, Irene. You really took this challenge and ran with it. Loved the ‘roos – but what kind of bird is that in the next picture!
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Thanks Noelle. The birds in the photograph following the roos are kookaburras. They are our laughing kingfisher. We have a song we used to sing around the campfire “Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is he, Laugh kookaburra laugh, gay your life must be.”
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This is a wonderful and creative observation of three. Ii love the photos and can’t pick a favorite. In the States it would be three deer on the lawn, three cats on a fence, three seagulls at the beach, three parked cars (those topless heads!) three fast food shops in a row, and three freeway overpasses, one atop the other.
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Now I want photographs. We never would see deer here and cats are becoming a rareity. Seagulls we have, and the rest could probably be seen in the city.
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I’m not a bad painter but I’m a lousy photographer. It’s too mechanical for me, but Bob gave me his old camera and I intend to try to figure out how to use the beast. Then I’ll have to ask the critter to sit still and pose.
Why no cats?
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I never thought of photography as an art form or a creative pursuit however I am starting to realise that you still have to structure the photo to create the best effect so I guess in some ways you need an artists eye. I’d love to be able to paint but I have no drawing skills whatsoever. My nephew though I think is very gifted and I hope he does something in the field of art. I envy you your painting and you don’t need to photograph if you can do a quick sketch or even just keep it in your minds eye.
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