Shadows Speak

Shadows stalk our conversations, Mother and I. It’s not so much what is said, but what hovers between the lines spoken. Fear stalks her – death so close – and I sidestep darkness. It’s an illusion, of course, this thought that we can think ourselves well, or avoid pain by focusing only on the light. […]

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Five or More

Fifth, as in wheel, an uncomfortable count,more than two, definitely a crowd… A table for two, or even for four, but five?well that seems to be a viewing gallery… For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Five + items.

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Weekend Angles

Summer cruising reveals many angles – front yard sales – what’s used is new again. Lakeside patios – the best of the season –good food, and live entertainment too. (For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: lines angles.)

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Dwelling Places

I call the featured image the Back Door Only Cottage. Homes fascinate me. Behind each door or window there is a story waiting to be told. Or not – even more intriguing. Despite the weathered appearance of this bird house, the occupants seemed happy enough. Fire escapes make me think big city, but this was […]

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Simple Pleasures (FOTD)

Pluckable petals remind me of simpler times – “Loves me; loves me not”. (Cee’s flower of the day.)

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CFFC: Vibrant

Say vibrant, and immediately my mind goes to flowers  – Nature’s beauty expressed in so many colours. Some times vibrant is a choice, a pick-me-up, or as in this case, the colour of a pick up: And vibrant can be a personality expressing the sheer joy of just being, even with a runny nose: (Cee’s […]

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CFFC: Pondering with Whimsy

It’s hard to decipher, when staring through glass who is eyeing whom, is it me or the….bass? And what happened to treasures left to rot surely they held such dreams when first bought? And if reincarnation is part of the deal, where do I sign up to return as a seal? I’d make friends with […]

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CFFC: Windows and Greenery

My lens is drawn to windows, not for what I can see beyond, rather for the mystery they invoke. I watch the world through the frame of a window – life passing while I lie still, praying for better days – certain that few would guess that I am here, wonder at my well-being. Now, […]

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