I've been reading about that Japanese slap-the-card game. That is
fiendishly hard.

You have to remember all the poems

Know the first few sounds and how they compare to the other poems.

Keep track of which poems have been called out so you know which
cards are still possibles.

Remember how they are arranged on the floor bearing in mind that it's
ok to rearrange them during the game.

Be impossibly quick.

Sit in an insane position for over an hour.

Try not to die from exhaustion during tournaments that can drag on
for 10 hours.
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Example of remembering which have been called:

Say there are three poems that start
great day
great big cat
great big cow

You hear "great" but have to wait... Now you hear "big" and you can
forget great day, but still have to wait on cat or cow. After "cow"
is gone, you can slap when you hear "big". Once two of them are
gone you can go on "great".

All 100 poems can be read but only 50 are in play. Half of the poems
that are read are red herrings.

When you get tired you have trouble forgetting the last game and slap
where a card was earlier in the day.

Hubris

The planet gives birth;
a species suffused with pride.
Try to breathe the sea!

Religion provides
excuse for our dominion.
The worm eats slowly.

Energy lives in
frozen ground, caribou home.
We stride over life.

God tells the man: Rule!
The man goes forth and conquers.
Mushrooms feed, and fool.

The end of days comes
for us as it did for them.
Leaves drift gently down.

Behind the cacophony
Bird song is still heard

On the same day as the last one. Let me know when you have got it

One day I'll have a decent camera

Wastwater Sunset

Hi Beverley

What can't be seen is the wind blowing straight towards the lens, apart from in the patterns on the lake.
What can't be felt s just how bitterly cold it was. So your eyes watered as the iced wind took your breath away
Or how comforting the still hot coffee was from the flask on returning to the car
Shaking
The roads half in sheet ice and half melted where the sun had broken through the cold shadow
and the isolation of that place.... with just a handful of dedicated beautiful view seekers
It was a well kept secret shared that day between a hardy few

William 80's inhabit only our dreams

Today 48 max and it was bliss standing straight and looking forward to spring
Currently 34 and dropping like a stone under a clear moonlit sky

I have treated myself to a new ultra wide angle lens since.
It can see yet more of the picture.
The fool behind it though is clearly missing what's beyond the end of his nose