of a Whippet
The wonderful thing about writing down memories is keeping them. Because later, like me, you will find those written words.
I wrote this 26 years ago when my son was two years old:
As grown-ups, we have learned much about life. But we learn much more by watching children experience and discover the world anew. I am about to be the grandmother of my fourth grandchild. I have much yet to learn.
Childhood and it’s atmospheric beauty!
(my daughter’s first child — my second grandchild)
I am forever grateful.
While on vacation in Crested Butte, Colorado, I saw this old washing machine sitting in a front yard of a beautiful old house. Why did I take a photo?
Not only was I mesmerized by its beauty, I pictured the gone-by years when it actually worked. (From what I can tell from a wee bit of research, this machine was probably created in the 1920’s.) I conjured up the image of a person who used this machine. I pictured flapper attire, boys knee-length trousers, looser corsets and fancy stockings being pushed through the wringer.
Although its function was temporary, my curiosity — and perhaps those of others who had strolled passed — remains.
Weekly photo prompt – temporary
Where do the red birds go when they die?
While keeping their colors, they blend with the sky
and swirl with the clouds in a free-form of flight
with feathers at peace, to the heavens alight
Authors note: Strange how this happened, how photography can be magic. I found the original photo on my computer. Yes, the cardinal is a yard decoration stuck in a planter against a stone wall. But how did I capture the below photo? At night, perhaps?
With a tad of photo editing, a redbird floated amongst the clouds and twirled the above poem toward my palm.
Here’s the original photo:
Each one different
just like our days
a reminder that something new
will come tomorrow
Daily word prompt: Orange
I watched the hot air balloon ascend and nervously waited until it was my turn. Truthfully, watching them from the ground is much more peaceful.
Daily word prompt: Ascend
Look left, and maybe you’ll find …
… the best kind of pedestrian – protective and kind
… the snapping of my hidden camera?
I hope it made them smile
and gifted them
with a greater appreciation
and their surroundings
a heart-held knowing
that their beautiful moment
has been captured in time
Flavorful is not the chip in front of me.
It is seeing the knowledge in my great-grandmother’s eyes as she looks down
It is the power of her fingers holding up my whole arm
It is knowing that, in touching her hand, I feel a lifetime of experiences
It is the insightfulness I discover when she speaks to me
It is the feel of a tongue that speaks words of wisdom
Flavorful is the kiss from her lips that says, “I love you.”
Daily word prompt: Flavorful