Boom, Boom, Bye, Bye

March 14, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I’m focusing my lens when we both hear it – duck and I – a boom, like from a cannon. Rattled, Mallard prepares for take off, while I try to shake off the nerves and get the shot. The boom comes again. A hunter in our midst. This duck escapes unmarred, as I do I. […]

Red: A Welcome Sight

March 11, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: red.

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #87: morning

March 9, 2020.Reading time 2 minutes.

“You do more in a morning than some people do in two weeks,” a graphologist once told me, having analyzed my handwriting. It was not news to me. I was raised to be a morning person. Waking before the rest of the family and getting ahead of the day was my way. Until I got […]

Clichéd Fun

March 8, 2020.Reading time 1 minute.

The grass is always greener –magnificent clichescarry on –the writing on the wall,a little bird told mein the nick of time,don’t cry over spilled milk –Is it cliché to saymuddied waters –me over the edge? Thank you all for keeping me entertained with your creativity. My poem is compliments of your gifted responses. Here are […]

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #86: cliché

March 2, 2020.Reading time 1 minute.

This apple didn’t fall far from the tree – I am a chip off the old block,course that’s letting the cat out of the bag. Actually, I’m on the fencetrying to decide which way is upUsed to be confused, now I’m not so sure. Trying to weed through all this nonsensefind the light at the […]

February Begone So I Can Get On With My Mission

March 1, 2020.Reading time 1 minute.

I fall for the same trick every year, it seems – get all excited about Spring’s arrival and then wham, Winter returns with a vengeance. Three days it snowed and the wind blowed, reducing visibility and causing cancellations. My mission to capture the first signs of Spring has been momentarily thwarted. No matter, February is […]

Older Than Old

February 26, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

When I was ten, my family travelled to England to visit my father’s family. Grandmother gifted us this odd looking vase, something she claimed to be over a hundred years old. I inherited it when my mother went into a nursing home. Always a conversation piece. This 1,000 year-old tree continues to thrive on Goose […]

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #85: mission

February 24, 2020.Reading time 1 minute.

Winters in Ontario, Canada, can linger far beyond their past due date – not a scenario I look forward to – so this week I’ve made it my mission to seek out signs of spring. While the river is still frozen, I found this break in the ice on an offshoot stream. It’s a start. […]

I Found It!

February 23, 2020.Reading time 1 minute.

What glorious posts this week’s prompt has inspired. Thank you for your conjuring, your images, and your words of inspiration. Sun God, Reena SaxenaUntil, parallaxShockingly Good Day, I Write HerPassion from the Sky, Poetry PaletteSun’s Trail, radhikasreflectionInto the Sun, bushboys worldSun, nowathomeNo Matter What, SgeoilSunny Day, oneletterUPDreaming, Stuff and what if…From Rise Till Set, Hammad […]

February 21, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A walk in nature reduces life-sized problemsto ant-like awe – an open secret often ignored. I travel back roads, am humbled bythe power of farm machines, the vastness of the sky. Gratitude larger than this limiting skin. (For Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy challenge: make yourself small; Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: roads; […]

Imagine

If we could lift understandingto indigenous teachingsexpand our loveto earth, sky, and seaMake personal gain tabooand Ancients a weigh point If we could witness the mountainsslow floating across the skyand touch the dolphin’s soulanxiously swimmingwhere tuna are netted Would we cower at our insignificanceor move forward, learning to acceptthat all of life is deeply woveninto […]

Dear Child

I know a little girl,whose hair in ringletsfalls, unkempt from lackof brushing; who standswhen she should be sitting;who laughs with defiance whenchallenged, her dark eyes gleamingwith mischief; who holds her chin uphigh and stamps her feet, arms foldedin protest when she does not get her way. I see that little girl,have watched her play,with a […]