For Saturday six word stories.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crepuscule.
Honestly, my brain wants to mix it up with corpuscle. The poet part of my brain wants to play with both words and is thinking about creepy twilight stories more appropriate to next month. With characters wearing crepe, creeping around, carping about corpses. This is sounding more and more like a Charles Addams cartoon.
“Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.”
Ariel in Act 1 Scene 2 of the Tempest
For Ragtag Daily Prompt: fathom.
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.
I have been posting lots of photographs of the color of water at Lake Matinenda, but I have water at home too. This is an early morning on my way to work. The boats were gathering for the Wooden Boat Festival and the sun was just above the horizon.
I used my zoom lens for this water strider, about fifteen feet out in the lake. It was the leaf that caught my eye first:
I thought it was an insect stranded on a leaf, but no. It left the leaf quickly. How amazing! Family Gerridae, here. A college friend from Florida calls them Jesus bugs: they can walk on water. Over 1700 species have been identified. Think of being out in the waves on the water, no boat.
And prayers for those in the storm’s way and flooding.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: grubby.
Grubby isn’t quite the right word here. At the lake we do get grubby, mostly living outdoors, but the word for this is slick and slippery! There was a burn ban when we first got to the lake, but it rained a lot the last couple of days. When it first rains, the rocks are terribly slick. I was very careful going down on the front rocks, but it didn’t occur to me to warn my daughter or partner. Both fell, feet shot out from under, launched! Both were thankfully fine, just startled and a little banged up! I showed them the alternate route back up the rocks.
The rocks and the lake are so beautiful in the rain. And I worried less about fires.