If my lips are sealed

I've had just enough time to...   have my lips sealed

Taken of the sealed lips in an exhibition in Kuala Lumpur

If my lips are sealed

I won’t be able to compare

Thee to a summer’s day

Or express in how many ways

I love you

If my lips are sealed

I can only love in silence

Like the undisturbed snow…

Pure and unadorned

Unadulterated by words

I was waiting for a charity event to begin and I wandered as I’m prone to do. I stumbled into a gallery and I liked this exhibit. The first thought was political – about how much we cannot say in this country. But when I draw out this photo to write, I find I did not want to go down that path. I want to write about love. And what can happen if one can’t express it. It is not necessarily bad.

The Pretty Milk Maid of Marjeyoun

I've had just enough to...   make friend with the milk maid's cow

Taken in the Muslim section of the town of Marjeyoun, a Lebanese town bordering Israel.

A rusty door opens with a reluctant creak

Who will emerge from its shadowy depth?

A large straw hat, light blue jeans and leather boots

A milk maid with her hand on her hips

And a smile bigger than her pretty lips

But where is the cow that follows the maid?

Strange I did not see it till my face was licked.