Say Cheese

Photo A.M. Moscoso

One of my favorite stories about the great Bluesman Robert Johnson wasn’t the silly story about selling his soul at the Crossroads to the Devil.

My favorite story is one where he was in a diner and someone ( can’t remember if it was a cook or a patron ) said he wanted to learn the guitar but all he had was a beat up old thing that he couldn’t possible learn on.

So Robert Johnson said, bring it on out and he’ll take a look at it. Maybe he could fix it. So the guy brings the guitar out and Robert looks it over and then he plays it- really plays it.

” Sounds fine to me now ” he was supposed to have said as he handed it back over.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

For the last couple of years I’ve been taking pictures with my phone- and even though they aren’t technically great I didn’t care.

They showed what I wanted to say, I had fun taking them and as Robert Johnson said  ” Sounds fine to me. ”

Recently though I decided to break down and get a camera, there is only so much you can do with a phone camera – and God knows I pushed it- but I wanted to see what I would get with  a ‘real’ camera.

So here it is.

Here is the funny thing.

I had a Canon 35mm and I even learned to develop my own pictures. I experimented with Black and White Photography. I learned to do still and action shots and what kind of light and film to use.

Do you know what I never had to do with my old camera?

Wait for the freaking battery to charge.

I don’t know how this new photography experiment of mine  is going to go- though the one word that to describe how I feel right now is ” curious. ”

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Please Excuse Anita Marie For Her Absence

It’s been an interesting couple of weeks.

First of all I fought off and won against the flu bug ( flu shots rule ) and while I was taking some down time I caught up on my reading,  got my hair done and I discovered that hands down, the best new shows and stories are on Netflix.

I’m not much of a TV fan but for Netflix I could be one.

I also decided to invest in a real camera because as I’ve been taking a lot of pictures with my phone and I’m happy with them, but you can’t do a lot in the way of nighttime photography and you don’t have a lot of control over some little details so I decided to get an actual camera.

After using my phone for a couple of years, going back to a real camera is going to be an adventure and I can’t wait to give it a whirl.

So it might not sound like it but I’m very inspired right now and I’ve got a lot to write about.

Until tomorrow then.


An experimental interpretation

I love the macabre, the odd and all things that go bump in the night.

The thing of it is, I’m not intrigued by over the top horror or gore and I certainly do not romanticize death ( I worked in a funeral home, so that knocked the rough edges off of me there) . The things that I find weird are those little bits of reality that I think are only pretending to be normal.

So these pictures are brainfood for me-  I won’t see  just a window, or just a display in a museum or the ghost of a mural on an alley wall.

I’ll see a little extra- that shadow that breaks away from the wall, that thing that touches the back of your neck when you think you’re all alone at home and none of the lights are on, that door that closes on its own.

All of those little things come from somewhere- don’t they?

Maybe they come from here…

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A,M. Moscoso

Daily Prompt: Study

It Sticks To You

Photo A.M. Moscoso

At Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle there is this tiny, dark street named Post Alley.

The thing that makes Post Alley famous is THE GUM WALL.

It’s exactly what it says it is- People chew up gum and artistically stick it to the Wall and  then other people come along and take pictures of it.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Not only is it fun, it’s entertaining.

Just a word here- I wouldn’t touch that wall for love nor money and I wouldn’t even walk my dog down it for fear he’d lick it.

Photo A.M. Moscoso


If you see a little splooch of cotton candy flavored gum with a jelly baby stuck in it, you’ll be able to say- hey I know her!

Seriously, it won’t be the weirdest thing anyone has ever said there so shout it out and take a picture or two as well. Just don’t touch anything because…splooch.


Daily Post Prompt: Entertain


Photo A.M. Moscoso

I used to think that footprints were


a mark we left behind to


 ” we were here “

I used to think that

time blew those marks away


after it said

” Yes you were.”

But footprints are forever

they are everywhere we step





Footprints are forever

trapped in dust and stone

long after we are



Daily Prompt: Static




Speak To Us Rod

What story, what monster, what horrific tale about the human condition

would Rod Serling have written

about what has taken place

in the past 24 hours

here in the United States?

Would he have  sat in front of his typewriter

and shook his head, at a loss for words

like the rest of us



Daily Post: Evoke

In The House Of Anubis

Vintage Embalming Tools

On my first day as a Mortician’s Apprentice I had the honor- and I consider it that- to do the prep work for an embalming.

That was also the first day I set a blade against human flesh and made an incision.

You might be wondering, what was she thinking? What does anyone think when they’re in that position?

I was concentrating on not ‘hurting’ the person I was going to embalm ( yes, seriously ) and my second thought was, ‘ I am SO against the death penalty from now on.’

I had one feeling and one simple thought at that precise moment. I remember them distinctly almost 18 years later.

Ancient Egyptian Embalming Tools

Do you know how some kids are into dinosaurs? Cartoon characters? They immerse themselves into those worlds.

For me at age 10, it was all things dealing with Ancient Egypt and specifically with Mummies and the God of Embalming Anubis. I wanted to make those mummies.

I wanted to wear the mask and do the Opening of The Mouth Ceremony. I wanted to wrap the bodies with strips of linen in  intricate patterns. I wanted to be involved with each step and the ritual.

Even if the reality was it smelled bad and knowing what I know now about what heat does to a body- I can see why the embalmers wore masks and burned a lot of incense-but even as a child had I been told that, it wouldn’t have mattered.

That’s how devoted I was to my goal of making mummies one day.

Opening Of The Mouth Ceremony

In the end though, I didn’t get to create a mummy but I was ok with that. I had a goal and I made it- sort of.

My first thoughts though upon reaching that goal- that moment when I carved that small incision onto a human body and entered the House of Anubis- wasn’t about Ancient Egypt and Mummies.

However, and here is the big HOWEVER- had I not wanted to create mummies I never would have had one of the most amazing adventures in my life. It’s just that I still wish for the part of me that arrived  this place had acknowledged the person in me whose idea this was all along.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Seattle, Washington USA

Daily Prompt: Carve