My daughter took the photograph. This is the first summer after my sister died.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: shard.
I photographed our local mosaic sculptures and I can’t find the pictures. I just went through 3 years of photographs and it’s making me too sad. Yesterday a patient said, “How are you?” I replied, “Mostly happy with occasional grumpiness.” Sorrow too. So here is a mostly blue photograph with a little pink. Maybe the happiness is the pink in which case I said it backwards.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: jewel.
I have an amber necklace that belonged to my grandmother. Patrick noticed the insect and took the close up. The necklace is over 60 years old judging by the clasp. But the insect is far older…..
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: slapdash. I can’t think of a photograph of something I want to call slapdash. It feels judgemental today, unless it’s something of mine, and that feels vulnerable. And then I start thinking about the sky…..
Is this a careless sky?
Were the angels in a hurry when they painted it?
Did the clouds come out as heaven wanted?
There is nothing slapdash about the sky.