I’m not sure what this lovely little flower is that volunteered its presence near my kitchen door. If you know, please give me your verdict.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/06/20/flower-of-the-day-june-21-2016-heirloom-roses/
Summer Evenings Turn to Fall
Back when we drank summer through paper soda straws,
we played cowboys and Indians, hiding out in draws
that we imagined wilder. Our hearts beat with fear
of fictional opponents who might be drawing near.
We had no euphemisms for our enemies.
We only knew our fear of them, silent, on our knees.
Little did we know then, during childhood games,
imaginary enemies would assume other names.
No ditch big enough to hide, and no night dark enough.
No more cops and robbers. No more blind man’s bluff.
Strange that in those peaceful times the games we chose to play
were a mere foreshadowing of what is real today.
Back when summer filled our cheeks with melons and with berries,
why didn’t we fill balmy nights with princesses and fairies?
Back when life was summer smooth, we lusted after roughness,
as though we’d gain maturity through violence and toughness.
Feigning valor not yet gained, we knew not that tomorrow
we’d have the fears we’d feigned for real––the terror and the sorrow.
Childhood evenings filled with shouts and laughter interspersed
were in reflection adult games that we just rehearsed.
The picture is my sister Patti and her best friend Karen. Note the saddle placed on the makeshift “horse.”
I love the variety of the women shown in this photo and how each one conveys a different story. The obvious focus is the woman in the white dress, but I also love the contrast between the basket of flowers and the bright turquoise satin purse, the woman looking right at me from behind the hand of the woman adjusting her chignon. Just so much going on that day of the rebozo parade and some of that is conveyed in this photo.
These are two favorite photos I found when looking through some old hard drives. I could save them for a specific prompt, but by then I might have forgotten them, so here they are in odd balls.
On the road to Tapalpa! This would have worked well for the curves prompt! Love this rusty roll of wire flung over the fence. Those old fences made out of whatever wood was at hand are still my favorites. You can see some of the famous October wildflowers scattered around in the tall grass.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/06/19/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2016-week-25/
Okay, as promised, here I am following the rules.
For even better photos of cars, trucks and motorcycles, be sure to look here: https://ceenphotography.com/2016/06/16/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-cars-trucks-or-motorcycles/
Entrapment
The city lights are tempting–each theater and store,
but when my outer life is rich, my inner life’s a bore.
Do I want to create my life or should it create me?
And which is which? I do not know. Which helps me most to be?
I guess I need a balance, but each choice is a trap.
While I think it over, perhaps I’ll have a nap.
Sometimes the truth is found in dreams. Perhaps that will work now.
But once the “what” occurs to me, I’ll have to dream the “how.”
I dream empty buildings and abandoned avenues,
stores filled with pretty dresses, refrigerators, shoes.
Wind through broken windows and grass through broken walks.
All those empty radios where no one ever talks.
While somewhere in the country, away from smog and fumes
those busy cities of the past are sealed away in rooms
writing morning pages and playing with their dogs,
recording things they used to do in their daily blogs.
If I don’t join the city, if I choose to be free,
perhaps the busy city will choose to come join me!
I love this shot. How could she look any happier with her day? There is obviously something up there that everybody’s a bit interested in, but strange that every person or group is looking in a different direction–but all up! This is on a boat–a concert excursion that was a fundraiser to send a little girl to music camp in the States. She got home today. Can’t wait to hear how it went.
This candid shot was taken at an open mike. I love the effect of the sun shining through the plastic wall behind him, creating a scrim effect and revealing the lush growth outside.
This little girl looks like she’s being held in a vise grip! Those letters spelling out “Chapala” near the pier make for a great photo opportunity.
https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/06/14/one-word-photo-challenge-candid/
