For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: spiral.
This is an accidental photograph, in motion. The hints are in the tags.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: spiral.
This is an accidental photograph, in motion. The hints are in the tags.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: borborygmus.
So what does a coot stomach gurgle sound like? Borborborcoottootrygmus?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt #64: novel.
This is a photo of a photo, taken in Washington, DC last Christmas. This novel view of the White House was in a coffee shop. I love all the hats, and the women’s drop waist dresses and cloche hats. Hats off to the photographer.
It’s not that I want to go back in time. It would be much harder to be a woman physician then. But think of the changes just visible in this photograph and that being dressed to go outdoors meant wearing a hat….
This is for the Ragtag Daily Prompt: challenge.
What odd challenge is this? I took this stealthie downtown two days ago. I am wearing my almost not socks. Or minimal socks. Anyhow, they are elastic lace bands around the instep. These particular sandals are very comfortable but I tend to fall off them when I am tired. Somehow the almost not socks help.
But… challenge? The picture reminds me of The Foot Book. It starts: Left foot, left foot, left foot right. Feet in the morning feet at night. And it goes on, a kids book. I have a loved picture of my sister reading it to my son when he was a year old. They are on the porch in Portland. My sister’s feet are turned in and my son’s feet are turned out.
The challenge is do you have a children’s book or poem or story or speech from school memorized from 20 years ago or more. I am not counting television or movie songs here: this is something read or memorized on purpose from multiple uses….My children are both over 20 and I still have a huge number of children’s books memorized.
Have a wonderful day.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: monsoon.
Today’s prompt of monsoon makes me think both of the fires burning all over, California, eastern Washington, and of the floods in other places.
I took this on a vacation, two days on Herron Island. In the morning we were relaxed on the porch when I spotted smoke on the other side of the cabin. A lot of smoke. My friend explained that sometimes people burn slash, including tires. I was unreassured and insisted on going to look.
It was a house burning down.
The firetrucks must come from the mainland by ferry.
It was terrifying. I took this within 5 minutes of getting there, within 10 minutes of seeing smoke. There were oxygen tanks, live ammunition and propane, exploding.
At first we didn’t know if there was anyone inside. It was clear that we were not getting to them and that they were gone. The only person home had escaped, with the help of a neighbor on the other side. The house burned to the ground very quickly. I had our things loaded back in the car as soon as it was clear that the island responders were waiting for the fire trucks. This house was across the street and one door down.
Prayers for the flooded and the fires. Prayers for us to care for the earth and the earth to be gentle with us.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pulse.
What is the pulse of a tree? Of a lake? Of the wind? Of the earth?
For the Ragtag Daily Press #60: quarry.
This is a white crowned sparrow being very cautious. I know the song and was answering back, with my weird human accent. You can listen to the different songs here.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: salvage.
That blackberry doesn’t care if the conditions are hostile or what surrounds it. It is growing stubbornly towards the light.
someone said
we all contain all the archetypes
which archetype do you reject?
you say no, I contain no mother no father
no murderer no priest
rich woman poor woman beggar woman thief
doctor lawyer indian chief
princess is the role I reject
as a child as a girl
fearing to be used
fearing to be taken
wanting to be mine not his
not his ever
not chattel
not property
not owned
divorcee is a role I reject
realize I scorn it
then turn my face from abuse
and embrace it fully
lonely is hard
alone is easy
what is the difference?
my uncle says
I’ve never been alone before
I’ve always been the most
important person in someone’s life before
at least he thought so
which archetype do you reject?
we all contain all the archetypes
all the stories
all the stories that we know
if the only story that we know
is of poverty and despair
and hiding and war
discrimination and hatred
while the lighted box shows happiness
elsewhere while we suffer
the arch of the rainbow
may not be a story
that can be imagined
all the stories that we know
and tell
tell
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I will add this to the Ragtag Daily Prompt #54: reflection. Because it fits.
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