Can You Feel the Music by swo8 Blues Jazz from the album Manaus Where Two Rivers Meet in iTunes

We’ve had unbelievably, wonderful weather this weekend and this song goes right along with it. If you feel like dancing don’t let me stop you. The video was taken by me at a light and sound show in Tunisia. I think it goes well with the music. 3:41 min.


Olives and Ouzo by swo8 Blues Jazz from the album Efharisto in iTunes

It was a beautiful day here – no snow to shovel just weeds to pick. Clearly it’s the weather for Olives and Ouzo, however, I’m not a big fan of Ouzo. I’ll poor you a cup and we can sit and watch the ships come into the port of Piraeus.  3:20 min.

French Press by swo8 Blues Jazz

This is something new, inspired by our new R2D2 French Press coffee pot. It makes very good coffee, dark roast, of course. If you look closely at the coffee mug you can see my husband and me on a camel by the big Giza Pyramid in Egypt. It’s faded out some what but nevertheless, we are there. The coffee looks more like tea because I added the milk first. 4:02 min.

Irish Cream by swo8 Blues Jazz

It’s the 24th of May long weekend. I know, it’s only the 18th of May and the 24th isn’t until next Thursday. This is the weekend when people who own cottages drive up some horrendous, busy highway to open up their cottages for the season. For the rest of us, we try to get some of the more vulnerable plants into the ground. We aren’t suppose to get frost after this date. I’m reposting Irish Cream because it was Springtime when we went to Ireland and of course I think about that trip and the lovely country of Ireland. 5:36 min.


It was February when we took a month (not nearly long enough) to visit the amazing country of India. This is a 12″x 16″ oil on canvas painting of a Pashtun man, probably a war lord, the way he sits in authority. I met my Pashtun in India. He was dressed in his traditional, colourful garb. This tall, powerful and handsome looking man with a twinkle in his eye, declared with pride “I am a Pashtun”.


Late Monday at the nest…..

I noticed that the young chick had developed feathers and was beginning to look very mature. It seemed to stand up and move outside the nest and into the hanging basket. This evening it was gone. ….. no mother no chick …..just the two unhatched eggs. So our adventure is over and life moves on.