Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows.
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women.
Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks.
Bookish book-worms buried in books.
A palomino and a pony patter on the paving.
Hucksters and hawkers stalking every housing.
Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz.
Beavers busy building beaver-dams but about it quite blasé.
Doves cooing in divine chorus.
Frogs frisking out of focus.
Horoscopes are hocus pocus.
Tidal waves of tsunami treacherously tread.
Sea-anemones scattered upon the sea-bed.
Geraniums genuflecting in jungle-like gardens.
Hunters wary of wandering wild-life wardens.
All this when I ventured about videotaping.
Nature\'s much nicer even with no landscaping.
These are direly different scenes from various parts of the globe.
Perhaps like a space probe\'s kaleidoscopic poetic probe...