Love etched in a tree is there for a lifetime.
He went through. Still I wait.
My trip to Solitude Springs made me wish it was a few weeks later when the foliage will be at it’s peak. There are intimate landscapes everywhere I turn, but little color to create a pleasing image. I was able to grab a quick picture of a pony peeking out from around the stone buildingand two frogs that stayed still long enough to have their portraits taken. My favorite part of the Springs was the moss covered benches that enabled me to continue my shoe project. As I studied the image I found myself wanting to know what the shoes were looking at. Perhaps next time I’ll show that or add another pair of shoes and have them interact. I plan on going back when the foliage is colorful.
In this moment his eyes penetrated mine and I saw his soul.
The sword penetrated easily, and when it pierced his heart
the scream that escaped equaled mine.
The crimson flow down the blade wrapped around my hand to warm and sooth.
The last vibrations down the sword shook the flow from my hand.
His life seeped into Mother earth to nourish.
His eyes stared to the clouds, carrying his soul
leaving the sword in my hand and before me the heart of another.
This story started as a writing assignment to write about something that is ugly and make it sound beautiful. For me violence is an ugly thing so making it sound beautiful was a challenge.
This piece made it on the short list at 99fiction.net under 99words.
I went to Wickford to meet with Karen and photograph the lotus. My first impression was how big the flowers were. I had only seen pictures of them and thought they were only the size of water lilies. While I was there for maybe 45 minutes many people came to take pictures of them. Most people used their cell phones and stayed less than 5 minutes. I think they missed out on a lot of the experience. The first time I was there was in the early evening and most of the flowers were closed so I decided to come back in the morning. A few mornings later I was lucky enough to get some clouds and sun to get different lighting. I didn’t get up early enough to get the true morning light. I noticed that more flowers had gone by than there were buds, but there was still flowers in all stages of blooming and each stage had it’s own personality. Even the leaves had a personality and my favorite was the decaying one resting on the surface of the water. With its colors and textures it looked abstract. Beautiful to the end.