Image  —  Posted: October 25, 2014 in Quotes
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I have to admit this week’s photo challenge, “Cover Art”, had me stumped.  I was getting ready to come up with a post on a completely different subject when I realized that my new book, Selfies ala Magritte, would be perfect for this challenge.  You can help me choose which photo should go on the cover.  It’s not on Amazon yet, but I’ll let you know when it’s available to order.  And here’s a link to more Magritte images.

Just kidding about the book, but here are the photos and have a great weekend!




Autumn in the park

Posted: October 23, 2014 in Nature, Photos
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In the two and a half weeks I was gone, autumn arrived in “my” park.  Most of the flowers are gone and trees have taken over the color scheme.  Nights are chilly and mornings, when I walk, crisp.  Geese float on the river, taking off in honking groups.  A few days ago, the only walker on the path, I encountered a buck which suddenly stepped onto the path not far ahead of me.  We both stopped, eye the other, but as I reached slowly for my phone (camera), he bounded off.

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~Albert Camus

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Vacation hiatus over, it’s time to get back to Friday Fictioneers, writing for small people.  Whoops!  I mean small writing for people.  :-)  Tight, with well-chosen words to get the most bang for the buck (or the hundred or so words);  based on a photo, at least to some degree, often only in the mind of the author. Designed to, what?  Comfort? Surprise? Horrify? Amuse?  Shock?  Create recognition? All depends on what the author decide and what the reader brings to the story…and takes away from it.

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
~Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums


In the Early Morning Rain

A chilly winter morning; cold, grey light reflecting from the lake. He stood motionless on the shore, staring into the distance. She wanted to call to him, speak his name, have him turn, see his face light up when he saw her; run to him, then sit quietly by his side.  Of course, she couldn’t. It was no longer her right or privilege.

It began to rain, the freezing drops like diamond tears cried for the lost. He sprinkled the ashes on the water. She touched him then, the lightest touch of warm breeze, then moved on through the morning.


(From the days when songs were the focus, not the show.)


Posted: October 21, 2014 in Poetry, Travel
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Flying just beyond the edge of darkness
Existence pared to sleeping
     or watching the little screen
while time             
                                                                     i   n   f   i   n   i   t   e   l   y
yet arriving almost before we leave

No sensation of movement
    unless walking the aisles
    when muscles cry for action
      (don’t risk blood clots)

Human peas in a silver pod

Perhaps there are no others


There’s was a lot of rain during the time I enjoyed  in France the last several weeks, (home as of yesterday), which makes some days feel black and white or, in the forest, green and grey.  However, there’s beauty in each of these as well as in color as my first photo attempts to show.  If you want to see more black and white photos, drop by Lens and Pens by Sally, our gracious hostess’ site.


While exploring Melisey’s general store, I came across this cute teapot.  When I looked at the photo, it was in black and white.  Somehow I’d hit the filter on my phone and gotten a black and white photo when I wasn’t even planning on one.  I guess this one was meant to be shared today.


Finally, one of my naturally black and white shots with a shot or two of editing added for pizzazz!  Behold, a lowly glass of water elevated to something more.


  1. a strange or eccentric person (or photo.)
  1. strange; bizarre.
    Oddball photos may be strange or eccentric or they may just defy categorization.  Either way,  they’re fun and you can see them every Sunday on Cee’s site.  Feel free to participate if you like.  It’s simple.  Go to the site and make a comment that includes a link to your post or use a pingback or both.
    Brand of tea spotted at the Intermarche supermarket
    For Halloween, perhaps

    In honor of my b-i-l, a maker of amazing fires (in the stove!)