Hearing Verses Seeing

What you merely hear can elicit  a very wrong image inside your brain. I am one of those people who has a vivid imagination and what I hear someone say or sing produces images that once again, today, I learned, can prove to be something entirely different than what a speaker or writer intended. I was browsing bloggers who have responded to today’s Daily Prompt: elicit. One of the blogs I visited belongs to “deepspeakingup” who writes about Ringing in Wintery Love. Although her writing about food was good, what elicited a response within me was her photograph of the knights and the little girl. … Continue reading Hearing Verses Seeing

Camp Food Favorites

Be it marshmallows, weenies on a stick, or hamburgers, I couldn’t resist sharing these memories for the one word prompt: Scorched from the Daily Post. Hopefully these will “spark” a few memories of your own. Toasting marshmallows to get them to an all over golden brown on the outside takes a lot of practice. After coaching the grandkids on technique, I show them how to carefully lift the outer toasty shell off the gooey center, eat the shell and put the center back over the coals for center-toasting. Yum! They finally figured out that the quick and easy char-flamed, scorched … Continue reading Camp Food Favorites

Night Shift

We’re camped at a place called Graves Creek. It’s midnight. The lantern glow and diminishing campfire flames, the nearby rush of river with rising shadows of mountains I can barely discern above silhouetted tree tops, and the oxygen-rich air of this rain-forest valley conspire to keep me awake by offering me an experience too wonderful to miss should I sleep. A Lunar moth with a body the size of cigar, its wings spanning at least six inches, flutters, heavily, to the lantern light.  It bounces against the lantern base, bumps the cedar tree, and then, with wobbling flight, continues its … Continue reading Night Shift

Tiny but Self-Sufficient

This last summer I had the pleasure of taking the oldest two of my granddaughters on a tour of the reportedly haunted Manresa Castle  in Port Townsend. After traipsing up and down multiple staircases, always on the lookout for anything mysterious, a bathroom break was in order. Imagine my chagrin when I came out of the stall to find my granddaughter smiling at me from on top of the bathroom counter. I almost opened my mouth to reprimand her, after all, we were inside a castle! Instead, after washing my own hands,  I smiled and took this picture. She is proud … Continue reading Tiny but Self-Sufficient

Writing 101: Aftermath

Writing 101: Aftermath I have not had a chance to meet you all yet and I am truly going to miss that . . . I haven’t had a chance to figure out how to find new bloggers like myself on WordPress . . . I only see people I already follow or Fresh pressed people, where I thought anyone who freshly posted something would show up at, but I guess not. I’m afraid of loosing my opportunity to meet you all. I sure hope to meet you all somehow. I went ahead and tagged this post Writing 101 with … Continue reading Writing 101: Aftermath