The older I get
The older I get, the more the past becomes a blur, my childhood something that rests within the frame of an old photograph. Weekly photo challenge: Blur Continue reading The older I get
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Visual Quotation 68: Life
“I thought about the relentless thought-processing, soul-devouring machine that is my brain, and wondered how on earth I was ever going to master it. Then I remembered that line from Jaws and couldn’t help smiling: ‘We’re gonna need a bigger boat.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love Continue reading Visual Quotation 68: Life
Visual Quotation 67: Depth
The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly. – Richard Bach, American Novelist Weekly photo challenge: Depth Continue reading Visual Quotation 67: Depth
Visual Quotation 66: Truth
“If you shut the door to all errors, the truth will be shut out.” – Rabindranath Tagore Continue reading Visual Quotation 66: Truth
All Gone
I woke up on Tuesday and looked at myself in the mirror and said, “So! You made it to 65!” With that in mind I had to go the ‘lost youth’ route for this challenge. Me at 16 with my first pay cheque, all of $75 for 1-1/2 weeks work. Gone are those days, gone is my youth and gone is that pay cheque. Weekly … Continue reading All Gone
Mirror, Mirror
Ebook: 365 writing prompts: July 5 Mirror Mirror I stood with coffee in hand, and reached for a picture. I studied an image of myself. A few wisps of dark hair were twisted into a curl at the top of my head, fat gathered like bracelets around my wrists, fat, sturdy legs and chubby cheeks. I was sitting up unaided. “I must have been … Continue reading Mirror, Mirror
Mrs. Peacock’s Doll
Ebook: 365 writing prompts: June 20 – Moment of Kindness Going on an outing with my grandmother, just the two of us, was unusual, which is perhaps why I remember it. On this particular occasion we were on a mission of mercy, off to the home of a bedridden friend. Granny led me by the hand as we approached the door. I loved the … Continue reading Mrs. Peacock’s Doll
Angel
“Monsters will always exist. There’s one inside each of us. But an angel lives there, too. There is no more important agenda than figuring out how to slay one and nurture the other.” – Jacqueline Novogratz This is the original photo, taken through the windshield while driving at night. This week’s photo challenge is: Refraction Continue reading Angel
Illusions I Recall
I looked upon the simple tree and there I saw the symbols that showed the way. I was rooted there in awe. Yet the answers they held eluded me, its limbs so twisted and crossed. This time and place, it wasn’t mine. I turned away; I’m lost. The weekly photo challenge is: Dreamy Continue reading Illusions I Recall
Foreshadow
I have often thought my parents didn’t raise me … I merely drifted up, like a detached leaf floating on an unpredictable breeze. I’m not sure how long I stood there gazing over the fields, letting my mind wander at will, only to come back to this same thought. I don’t know where the feeling comes from except that I can’t remember much in my … Continue reading Foreshadow
Overload
Halcyon days of my youth … I don’t wish to go back, I’m quite enjoying myself in the here and now. But, Bob Dylan sang it to me when I was a teenager in the ‘60’s … “times they are a-changing”. And they did. And, I’d venture to say, faster than they ever did before. Time and technology have proven to be, in my opinion, … Continue reading Overload
Visual Quotations 65: Humanity
“My humanity is bound up in yours, for we can only be human together.” – Desmond Tutu We need less of this … and more of this … The weekly photo challenge is: Humanity Continue reading Visual Quotations 65: Humanity
Art, Movies, Songs … whatever
I can shed tears when drinking in the beauty of a work of art … One of the attractions at the World’s Fair in New York in 1964 was Michelangelo’s Pietà and Ed Sullivan highlighted this extraordinary sculpture on his Sunday night show. I was captivated by the beauty that Michelangelo wrought from a slab of Carrara marble and I never forgot my sense … Continue reading Art, Movies, Songs … whatever
Growing up Normal
I’ve decided to continue to intersperse my photo focus with writing – short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written. Comments and feedback welcome. I think of my growing up as being “normal” … but, of course, I see now that my “normal” is not anyone else’s “normal”. To me it was normal because all my friends were growing up the same way. All of us … Continue reading Growing up Normal
My Little Town
Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing – short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written. Comments and feedback welcome. My Little Town I often think my parents didn’t raise me … I merely drifted up. In the 1930’s the majority of people lived in the metropolitan areas or on farm lands, but the years following … Continue reading My Little Town
Door/1
“You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space. – Johnny Cash Continue reading Door/1
Threads
Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing – short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written. Comments and feedback welcome. Historical threads of the 1950’s wove a textured pattern into the fabric that was the backdrop to my childhood. This backdrop was a post-war world. Many returning soldiers had only been home for two or three … Continue reading Threads
Bubbles/4
“I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.” Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit Continue reading Bubbles/4
Threshold
Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing – short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written. Comments and feedback welcome. A small group of nervous, giggling girls, we didn’t venture much past the entrance to the basement social room. It was large, and mostly empty, chairs sat around the perimeter just waiting to make wall … Continue reading Threshold
Beyond the Brush 