This statue was rescued from the ruins of Pompeii.
It was created by someone with a skilled hand and it lived in the sun and watched the stars come out and sometimes it saw them fall.
Then one day, through no fault of it’s own it was surrounded by death and covered with ash and it was forgotten-unaware of the world spinning on without it.
It was as if the statue had never existed at all.
Until someone found it
and brought it back to life.
I love this picture, this statue because I think that it’s story is my story too- but in this version I am cast in marble and beauty.
It makes some of my dark journey feel like it was worth the trip.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Unaware
Photo of Hamish Macbeth
by A.M. Moscoso
This is my dog Hamish, I write a lot about him here at My Bones
He’s pretty great- a little naughty at times but as long as he doesn’t try to steal anyone’s car or create a fake profile on Facebook, I figure why stress it?
He’s a good dog and he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.
Unlike some people I know- myself included.
So here’s something that Hamish does when I get in late.
He leaves his favorite toy in the window- it’s an ice cream cone and it smells like strawberries.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
When I walk in I can see it there and I always go to the window and pick it up and say to Hamish, ” Look, it’s the best toy ever and it looks like an Ice Cream Cone- how great is that?”
If I put it down right away Hamish will pick it up and throw it at me- which if you’re not ready for it, that toy of his is solid plastic and it will hurt upon impact.
So I carry it around for a bit and when I see him I tell him I love it.
Then he carries it off to his stash where it stays until I find myself coming in late- but no worries because when I get it I’ll find the best toy in the world in the window.
My sweet reward from my sweet boy for coming home at last – a brilliant job well done.
Inspired by RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT: BRILLIANCE
Let’s all go dancing with Rep. Lewis because it’s Friday.
My love of writing, my sense of justice and fair play, the reason I worked in a Funeral Home were things I was inspired to do in the Twilight Zone.
Every once and awhile I find pictures and paintings that haunt me.
Who says all hauntings involve Ghosts?
No Sir, not me.
Photo taken inside a French cello
A steam train after a boiler explosion.