Category Archives: photography

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Monster Fangs

Fangs for the prompt, heh, heh.

There are some pretty serious fangs or tusks or whatever on the monster. Why were captured women usually naked? I really like the imaginary instruments too.

I took the photographs in Italy in August 2023.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: fangs.

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Houndstooth Check

I found this delightful houndstooth check jacket years ago. It is quite beautiful wool. Inside are initials and “Individually tailored” by Sears.

Inside that pocket is more information.

Was it tailored for or by Mr. Stanley Gee on 9/18/1961? If the initials are SG, then presumably for him.

Whoever it was for, it fits my 5 foot 4 inch frame, so the person was not very big. And the fashionable houndstooth is in three shades of green. Fabulous!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: checks.

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Numbers game

For Judy’s The Numbers Game #9: 130.

Photographs with the number 130. From small things to large. First, a butterfly. August, 2022, on a hike on Hurricane Ridge.

Biking on the east coast. I biked with my oxygen concentrator.

East coast forest, Maryland.

Back the Pacific Northwest. Snow on the north face in the Olympic Mountains.

Hurricane Ridge, looking southwest.

Hurricane Ridge again, layers of Olympic mountains and clouds.

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Mead Moon

Where does honeymoon come from?

Honeymoon. Perhaps from Hony Moone, Old English for the June full moon, called the Honey Moon or Mead Moon. There are other possible sources.

I took the photograph in June 2022. A crescent, not a full moon, but in the right month.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: honeymoon.

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Stitch

I like to play with word cliches
Geraniums red and chrysanthemums white
As I wander busy through my day
Delphiniums blue, all are dark at night
Least said, soonest mended
Except for murder, rape and pillage
Loose lips sink ships, war ended
Sinner gossip round the village
Time will mend a broken heart
A stitch in time will save nine
You’ll never finish if you don’t start
Mend that heart and change the rhyme
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Your love grows daily, what a wonder

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: absence.

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Oscar party

I’m going to have an Oscar party
No, not those Oscars. The trash one.
The grumpy one I grew up with.
The one who lived in the trash can
grumpy all the time. Reliable, you know.
Trustworthy. I knew how he would respond
to everything. I valued that then and now.
Let’s have a party and all come as Oscar
the Grouch. Let’s dress as muppets and be grumpy.
Let’s complain about anything and everything.

And what do you think you will hear,
listening in to this Oscar the Grouch party
as it devolves?

Laughter.