OK.  There was no dumpster.  There was a brick walkway between apartment buildings.

And we didn’t dive.  They were in a box on top of the trash can.

And I was inside.  Our daughter found them.

But we were in Philadelphia.

And the box was filled with new to barely used clothing and shoes, mostly in our daughter’s size but some also in mine.

And the clothes were very high-end; rough estimate maybe as high as $1,000-$1,500 new.

And yes, it was worth the dollar-per-load to do laundry in her apartment (and the cost to dry).

Who knew Christmas came in August and that Santa’s given up the chimney for  a brick-lined walkway in Philadelphia?

And I thought thrift store shopping was a good deal!

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Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Although I’m sure the first barista to top a cup didn’t use the gingko leaf as a model, s/he might have.  This is my answer to the Weekly Photo Challenges difficult theme: “Dialogue.”

copyright janet m. webb 2014

copyright janet m. webb

copyright janet m. webb 2014

Image  —  Posted: August 28, 2014 in Poetry
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This “lovely” photo was one of the earliest prompts in my Friday Fictioneers career and probably my only attempt at sci-fi/fantasy.  I’ve tweaked my original story ever so slightly before offering it again for comments and criticism.  Nice to be back again. I’ve missed you.  I won’t be reading all the stories each week, but I’ll do my best to read as many as possible.

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Initiation

“Hurry!”  His voice grew more urgent.  “Much longer and it will begin to live again!”

I plunged the knife into the beautiful, silvery body and began to saw.  The hacking blade made a noise like a rusty zipper, juddering through the alligator-like skin.  A putrid stench filled my nostrils.  I reached into the body for the essence of the creature’s life.  Shuddering, I pulled it out and tossed it aside, where it caught on some desiccated grape vines, the quivering viscous globules looking like mutant grubs.

Keeping my tone even I asked, “Do I really have to eat it?”

As I’ve already admitted, I talk to people on buses (and planes and trains and elsewhere.)   There are a variety of people on buses…people deep in newspapers or books, people with earbuds, people talking to themselves, people staring out the window.  Recently in Philadelphia, I sat next to a woman who was knitting.  We fell into conversation.  She uses the bus regularly and redeems the time creating things like the little purse you see below.  Then she gives them away to children.  She gave me one as I stood to get off the bus, to give to someone of my choosing.  I was touched.  It made me consider how I redeem time that would otherwise be spend just sitting.  I tend to read, write, take photos.  Sometimes I use that time to think or to pray.

“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”
~Mother Teresa

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One Sunday, I’ll take this purse to church.  I have the perfect little girl in mind.

“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.”
~Charles Dickens

How do you redeem time in your life?

For the Challenger’s Choice this month, I decided to try night photography.  I don’t have nearly as many night shots as daytime ones, partly because I’m awake and taking photos more often during the day and partly because I find that the iPhone tends to overcompensate for the dark, lightening the photo too much.  It may well be that I just don’t know how to work around this, but at any rate, while we were on vacation not long ago, I got a shot that, with a little bit of tweaking (NOT twerking!!), I like it and I hope you do, too.  As for “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod”, I love this poem and read it to our girls often when they were growing up.

“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.”
~Carl Sandburg

The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
~Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
~Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea —
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish —
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

While oddball photos may actually be odd, they may also be photos that defy categorization.  Either way (or both), they’re fun and you can enjoy a variety of them every week at Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge.  Look through your photos.  I bet you have some that you could post, so consider joining the fun.

My photos this week were taken as I got ready to do some cooking.  If you really look into a pan or bowl, you’re likely to see some amazing, beautiful and, yes, oddball things.  The first shot is of water in a non-stick pan, edited for fun and additional interest.

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The second one is the same pan with a bit of olive oil added.  Oil and water don’t mix, but they can look rather good not mixing.

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