Taken in Poulsbo, Washington a couple weeks ago.
For Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors.
Ok, are those doors? I am not sure. Maybe they are windows.
Taken in Poulsbo, Washington a couple weeks ago.
For Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors.
Ok, are those doors? I am not sure. Maybe they are windows.
Taken in Bellingham on Sunday.
Lake Whatcom on Sunday: there are still gold leaves on the trees, showing in the evergreens and white snow.
For the Daily Prompt: faint.
I received an email yesterday that I have two poems accepted into a collection, the QU Poetry book.
Happy!
I took the photograph from the train, probably in North Dakota, three years ago. Today our weather is nearly freezing, might snow, clouded and wet….
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Daily Prompt: ghoulish.
I took this in 2012 in the Ape Caves at Mount St. Helen’s. The Ape Cave is a lava tube. When Mount St. Helen’s erupted, lava flowed hot. As the outside cools, the inside continues to flow, leaving a cave. The cave is 2.4 miles long and we are instructed to bring 2 or three light sources and back up batteries: because if lights are out, it is truly black as pitch inside. We all turned our lights out together, and stood in the darkness.
For the Daily Prompt: orange.
This is also taken on the Poulsbo Photowalk: http://worldwidephotowalk.com/walk/poulsbo-art-walk/.
I know it’s October, but fall and orange make me think of my sister’s poem: September is hers. Here: https://everything2.com/title/September+is+hers. I miss my sister, cancer took her further away at 49.
For Thursday Doors.
And she was unsympathetic
That doctor
That immigrant doctor
I heard she told a patient
“You’re too fat.”
This was whispered
In accents of pleased shocked horror
She came to dinner
That unsympathetic doctor
Southeast asian
Told a little of her story
To my wide eyed children
When she was 10
They were boat people
Escapees
Refugees
Pirates caught them
Real pirates
“They weren’t so bad,” she said
“We were about to die from lack
of food and water
Though we heard other stories
that were very bad.”
My daughter could imagine the boat.
She moved to my lap.
The pirates were too real.
Perhaps plenty is not always taken
for granted
And sympathy is a matter of degree.
previously posted on everything2.com in 2009 and here too, though I have not figured out how to find it….
for the Daily Prompt: enlighten.
Luminous night of the soul: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OaRZrdoTQ0
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