Moments in Time

This is my answer to the Daily Post photo challenge: Collage. I read this wonderful bulletin board within a quaint Mercantile Store while waiting for a warmly personable elderly woman to make me her personal recommendation for me, a Macadamia nut and white chocolate (with whipped cream) latte during a (very) recent  sort of local camping trip. Notice the box of crayons inside the Comments & Suggestions box? My personal favorites: “Don’t stop imagining. The day you do is the day you die.” And (although I’m a Seahawks fan) that banana slug “slime-men” the green grass with the “Go Bills” … Continue reading Moments in Time

Those Blurred Moments

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

Grandma Monkey

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

To All, to Each

We moved onto a five-acre forest back in the summer of ’88. We had an ax, a shovel, a saw, a tent, and two 55-gallon barrels we’d use for our water. It was mid-July when we spent our first night there. As we sat around the campfire, hundreds of eyes glowed within the shadows of surrounding trees. I was reminded of the movie Snow White when she is running through the woods in the dark, spooked by all those eyes who, in the light of morning, turned out to be the friendly creatures of the forest, curious about her. Which … Continue reading To All, to Each

The Scent of a Memory

My Grandmother Ethel was the only AVON lady in Twin Falls Idaho for many, many years. I remember  her so vivid when I smell such things as the original Skin So Soft oil. Once, a few years back, I spotted Avon selling an old fragrance, one they don’t sell any more but were running the vintage scent for a limited time, so I ordered it because I recalled that bottle as one Grandma Williams had on her oval-mirrored vanity. It was a tall, golden-yellow bottle, slimmer towards the top. It had an orange plastic rendition of a jewel on the … Continue reading The Scent of a Memory