Day: July 25, 2022

Snapshot Of A Conversation

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RDP Sunday: SNAPSHOT

These are three snapshots that I’ve taken over the years where the subjects all look like they had something to say, or maybe I interrupted them mid-thought.

They’re interesting to me for that reason because I’m no photographer, seriously I just point and click and hope for the best. In these cases, I think I did ok.

Anita

Photo A.M. Moscoso Pompeii Exhibit- SEATTLE WA.

Photo A.M. Moscoso JEMMA- 2021

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Face of a Priest by a Tlingit carver.
— at Royal BC Museum.

Pumpkins Past

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I’ve been checking out the pumpkin fields near to where I live and those pumpkins are no where ready to be plucked yet. So if I want a post for #100DaysofHalloweenHappy  where the prompt says Pumpkins, I thought I’d go through my albums to see what popped up.

I was not disappointed in my search- mainly because my dog Hamish Macbeth is featured in two of them 🙂  Plus, if you look close in the second picture you’ll see that his collar has pumpkins stamped on it too.

So I will call my response to this prompt good.

Anita

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

#100DaysofHalloweenHappy 2022 Prompt: Pumpkin

Outside The Box

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This isn’t one of Poe’s traditionally scary stories or poems- but I think it is  a great read as we reach our 98th day to Halloween

“Alone”

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—