For the Daily Prompt: fool.
Happy April Fool’s! I don’t think this little bushtit is a fool. The expression is foolish or distracted but the bird is not foolish. It is wisely having a delicious breakfast in my yard.
Anyone can be captured with a foolish expression or in a foolish moment. Me, too! I love being silly and foolish with my kids and dear friends. My daughter says she can tell when I will be goofy before I say anything, just by my expression.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: weasel.
I don’t have a weasel. I haven’t caught a weasel with my camera. There is a dearth of local weasels. Here is an eagle instead.
This is for Norm2.0’s Thursday doors.
Norm’s photographs today are of 11th century doors, well, I am so jealous. My local door pictures are feeling unsatisfying. I like this door to the ferry though, more of a virtual door, with the ramp up and waiting. I went out this morning and with the cloud cover everything was shades of blues and silvers and greys, except for the wind sock.
I like all the cormorants on the pilings too, waiting to warm up.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: tracery.
This is the dream that wakes me this morning. Before I went to sleep last night I asked for a dream. It’s when I am writing the dream out this morning that I realize that it’s my sister’s birthday. She died of cancer in 2012. Memory and dreams as tracery.
I am in a group of people on a platform. It is dark around us. It reminds me of a platform from a ropes course. In the ropes course we had to balance it. A rectangular platform on a log roller, held somewhat at the corners to keep it from dumping us entirely. A group version of a balance board. The trick is really that everyone has to stand still and only one person moves, very small amounts, until it is balanced.
But we are dancing in the dream. We are dancing, but people are uncomfortable. I am not sure why. Perhaps because we were dancing all together but individually and now there is a couple dancing. I realize that people are halting, worried.
I want them to be comfortable. I gesture to an older man. He comes towards me. His wife is there. He and I start dancing but I realize right away that this doesn’t make people more comfortable. They are less comfortable and even the other couple dancing stops. We are lit from above with darkness all around. No spot light follows us, so we move in and out of the light.
As soon as I realize that nearly everyone is uncomfortable, I stop my partner. He is an excellent dancer but that is not what is important here. I move with him back towards his wife and I sit on the platform. They sit as well. The other people around us relax. That is what they want, to sit, to talk quietly, to listen. That is what will make everyone comfortable. The others are settling around us, relieved.
I wake up.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bold.
Yesterday felt so spring like. I wandered around the neighborhood taking pictures. These are in a pot on my front stoop. I curled up in the sun in my lower yard and took a nap for an hour in the sun as well.
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Ragtag daily prompt: March.
March is flowers! I took this in February but now everything outside is budding, a little late for here. Usually my camellia is blooming by the end of January. The magnolia has heavy fuzzy buds and I have a fifth orchid, my tiniest sweetest one, blooming.
For Mundane Monday #200, my prompt is crop.
My subject, this hummingbird, has a crop. But I also cropped the photograph. And are we planning crops for the spring? There are other sorts of crops.
Tell us and show us a photograph that uses crop. I will list them next week.
Last week’s prompt was portal.
A new contributor bushboy adds a beautiful portal.
The Photo Junkie also joins with a portal in stone.
KLAllendorfer has photographs that are an Edinburgh portal.
I wondered last week if I should end this version of Mundane Monday with number 200. But I had not given warning, nor asked if someone wants to take over and anyhow, I thought, it gives me joy on Monday. Maybe it does for others too and isn’t one enough? So many thanks to the people reading and the old and new entries.