Category: writing
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Midnight Mayhem
I’m stirring up mayhem tonight, and I’ll probably kick myself for it later. My garden photographs are waiting to be sorted, and my short story still needs an ending, but I REALLY wanted to work on this portrait—so here I am—finishing up in the wee hours of the night. Actually, the “mayhem” I’ve added is…
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Recalibrating
Would you believe that tomorrow marks the beginning of WEEK TWELVE of my New Lifestyle, New Me project? Wow! It feels as though I’ve lost part of my life somehow—like my wall calendar has this huge red “X” scratched across the month of April or something. And half of May too! Not to worry. As…
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Red Solo Cup
Country songs, red solo cup— Metaphors for simpler things. Faded Glory, holding tight— To the memories that they bring. I wanted to try something creative tonight. I’ve had a couple of long days and it’s nice to take a pause, and stop (over) thinking. I took this photograph at a country music festival some time…
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Bare feet, Salty Hair
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. Kahlil gibran No rhyme or reason for this one here. I was looking into my archives, thinking about more feather close-ups, and I just fell in love with these feet. My new classes started…
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Our Beautiful Mind
It’s been a long time since I shared an update on my New Lifestyle, New Me project. I’ve been quiet about my progress. Why? Well… let’s just say that I’m beginning to understand why Adam and Eve hid from God after they tasted the forbidden fruit. They failed to stick to the plan. They broke…
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Bloom of Love
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart. Unknown It’s after midnight, but I had to get an image in for RDP Saturday: Image. Another rose from one of my quarantine walks. Good Night, and a Happy Sunday to You!
