Even when the park is empty in the morning, there’s evidence of a lively night life as evidenced by these tracks. I might not glimpse anything but birds, but in the words made famous by the little girl in “Poltergeist”, “They’re heeeere.”
Posts Tagged ‘alone’
Invisible
Posted: December 20, 2017 in NatureTags: alone, animal tracks, McDowell Forest Preserve, Nature, Poltergeist, snow, tracks, winter
Wordless Wednesday…sentinel
Posted: October 18, 2017 in Nature, Wordless WednesdayTags: alone, Badlands, editing, Nature, South Dakota, trees, Wordless Wednesday
Cee’s Black and White Challenge: Abandoned or Alone
Posted: May 7, 2015 in Cee's Photo Challenges, Nature, QuotesTags: abandoned, alone, black and white photography, Cee's Black and White Challenge, Charles Nodier, fall, Nature, quotes, winter
In the midst of the burgeoning of spring life, it’s difficult to remember the sere life of fall and winter. This life has its own beauty, however, a beauty easily translated into black and white from the earth tones that are all that is left. Here and there are found dried stalks, standing alone, refusing to go quietly into that white winter.
Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods.
~Charles Nodier, Smarra: & Trilby
Friday Fictioneers–Exist-tense
Posted: February 13, 2013 in Friday FictioneersTags: alienation, alone, flash fiction, Friday Fictioneers, hurt, inernal life, isolation, life giver, loneliness, pain, prose as poetry, short story, writing, writing from a photo prompt, writing from a prompt
The weekly gathering of the Fictioneers has commenced. Bring out the halt, the lame, the blind, the murderers and aliens, vampires and vamps. Look carefully and you might see a human or two. Take them all, stir thoroughly, add a dollop of disbelief, a soupçon of silliness. Dip a spoon into the resulting slumgullion: each recipe meticulously prepared, marvelously rendered, tasty to the tongue. Your personal recipe is solicited or feel free to simply feast and go away replete; perhaps not always uplifted, but with your brain stimulated.
Thanks to our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and this week’s photographer, David Stewart.
Copyright David Stewart
Exist-tense
Dreary, grey, distorted.
Everything out of kilter, as if I’m in a foreign country.
Can’t interpret the signs around me anymore.
A statue frozen in an empty plaza, surrounded by a city. Living people move along the periphery,
no one willing to come near.
Torn apart. Fragmented.
Reaching, stretching. No one takes my hand.
Crying out. No response.
Can’t anyone hear me? I’m right here. Why won’t you see me? Don’t you know that I exist?
Perhaps…
Perhaps I don’t exist.
Perhaps I’m simply trapped. Forever a statue. Living but ignored.
Acknowledge me. I need that to give me life.
This, that and the other thing 