The following were taken on a hot summer day, back in those bohemian days in GreyCo. These date to August 9th, 2009. I have wanted you to see out of my eyes so many times. ~ Elizabeth Berg, The Pull of The Moon To become aware of our history is to become aware of our singularity. ~ Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude and Other … Continue reading ONE * sInGulAr
She stands stark still, after she first exits our abode. Observing the “scene”…sniffing the air … breathing in the scent of all that have passed this way…human or otherwise. I touch the neck of her fluffy mane, and say “NO BARK”. I stand for a while watching her perusal of her perceived domain. SHE’s A GOLDEN FLOCK GUARDIAN As the cold night air hits my … Continue reading Midnight @ the Bachelor Pad
It lies on my bed, to protect my quilt from the ravages of doggy fur. It once covered my dying lover, in the last days of his life. Today the WordPress Daily Prompt asks; Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative … Continue reading A Touch of Forgiveness
Defines, the very essence of who I want to be. With every breath, there is the grace, of a kind, beautiful, soul. She moves, loves, and never hates, this woman I have in mind. I take her with me on walks, and she’s there every time I talk, this woman I have in mind. She inspires, and I admire, her smile and her cool style. And the … Continue reading That Woman
Intense is the red wine stain on my new carpet. Intense is the emotions that riddle my waking mind & spirit. Intense is the last few years of my life, the emotions they have conjured and the state of mind that now finds me slightly adrift. Intense was the hangover that is a product of that red wine stain. Intense is the sadness that permeates … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Intense
Mornings hold promises – maybe a fresh beginning, a change in the weather, or a new opportunity to learn something new, or meet someone new, or perhaps the very blessing of getting to wake up. The coffee in hand, next stop is my little stoop for my morning cylinder of sin. Once java’d up and awake, Irish begins her morning dance…the dance leads out the … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning
Not so long ago I was beginning to wonder if this day would ever come – it seemed so elusive. I’d reach for it, but it would be merely an illusion. I dreamed of it, I longed for it, I prayed for it, but still it refused to appear. As the prompt suggests, its like for these long months I have been waiting to exhale. I’ve … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Exhale
I love them. I remember when I walked into the store and found them, sitting there on the shelf, whispering “take me home“. I couldn’t resist. I wore them to work a couple of days ago and I had not wore them in years (not much call for funky cork wedge shoes in the bush). It felt FANTASTIC walking around in them, not the least … Continue reading These Shoes Were Made for Me
This Church is our local Presbyterian. The corner stone was laid in 1889 and the first service was held that December. These photos are taken approximately a mile apart. One from the meadow I walk in and where I took the Carefree Doggy shots, and the other from the community trail from the other side. Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus
in the rare moon light that blue reflection of me is just a shadow …inspired by Daily Prompt: The Full Moon Continue reading Blue Moon
I don’t often let Irish off leash, since she has proven in the past to be rather deaf when I call her back. I took a chance yesterday, and she has learned to listen…plus she LOVES this spot and I know that soon enough we’ll be in the city and she won’t have access to such a beautiful and secluded spot. It’s a huge open … Continue reading Carefree Doggy
Boy walks past the window of this General Store in his hometown and sees a sign in the window advertising “HELP WANTED”. So he walks up the rickety old stairs and opens the screen door, and hears the “dingle dingle dingle” of the little bells attached to the hinge. Behind the counter is a grey-headed, stooped over old man with his back to the door … Continue reading Ball Caps and Grass Seed
Whilst roaming through my vast collection of forgotten photographs, I happened upon the following set of pictures. Taken in March of 2006. Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: In the Background Continue reading Now Playing at the Lizard Palace
by PaulaB 