The Daily Post weeekly photo challenge: Focus This week, show us your favorite in-focus and out-of-focus moments. I do have a few favorite out-of-focus moments. Sometimes if they’re unfocused I can posterize them. And then there is this one t hat remains one of my favorite ones: Perhaps I will get to the clear images tomorrow. I hope you’ve enjoyed these. Continue reading Those Blurred Moments
Here are a few photos from my files that, in some way to me, depicted this weeks photo challenge: order, whether order happened by chance or necessity. Continue reading By Chance and Necessity
I will never understand why it is that a man who is a man will subject himself willingly to strangulation. Policemen, military men, hit men, forest rangers and citified men in business suits . . . they all do it, but why in the hell wear a tie? What is it about you guys? Don’t think I haven’t asked. I have. I’ve asked police chiefs, sheriffs, and military officers, cowboys and white collar workers. “Why do you do it?” “Because.” Just because? Really? So as not to be as ignorant as the men-friends, I Googled the history of neck ties. Did … Continue reading Loosen up!
In the distant wilderness, far from the human race, there are experiences to be had and, whether you think you are alone or not, shared. Live life while you can. Write about your experiences later. This post inspired by the Daily Post prompt: distant Continue reading Before the Breathing Air is Gone
Once upon a time, on a warm afternoon in July, Christobel crept to Ka-trickle Creek. On faeries she would spy! Softly she snuck to the waters edge, and in the quiet by and by, two little people who were very sweet wandered over … Continue reading Christobel
Today’s photo challenge is “friend.” Monkey Kitty This photo was taken around 1983. My three-year-old son and I chose her from the pound in Tacoma. We didn’t have a crate to bring her home in so she’d gotten loose from the small box the Humane Society handed her to us i after I was already travelling north in I-5. We’d just past the relatively new Tacoma Dome when she exited the box and found her way beneath my feet. I was in the fast lane and it was rush hour and there was a utility truck that, I noticed too … Continue reading Grandma Monkey
Scribbles to Compositions 