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Every once and awhile when I  want to look busy and avoid human contact, I will pull out my phone and look through the pictures.

Over time I have found some weird ones on my camera and I ended up saving them.

These pictures aren’t really good and they don’t even come close to making sense and why should they?

They got on my camera because I dropped it, or clicked it on accident or in a few cases some pictures ended up on my camera  because when my dog was a puppy he’d grab it out of my purse or off of the table and run with it.

Those pictures in some cases turned out to be pretty interesting.

Here are a few of them.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

STREET ART

I was adjusting my dog’s leash when my phone camera went off by accident.

This is the picture I found later.

There’s a lot going on in that picture and I  find it intriguing.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

FOUND ART

I was in New Orleans a few years ago and I took a Haunted History Tour on Halloween. We were at the St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 when I took this picture.

There was a tour group of people dressed up like Vampires and I think this gentleman was in that group.

The thing is, I don’t remember taking the picture, I found it after Christmas when I was going through my photo files.

Photo: A.M Moscoso

Photo: A.M Moscoso/H. MACBETH

PURSE ART

My dog was going through my purse and the camera went off.

Hands down, one of the creepiest pictures I’ve ever found on my camera.

PHOTO A.M. MOSCOSO

PHOTO A.M. MOSCOSO

WHAT THE HECK?

I guess it’s another picture by my dog, Hamish Macbeth. I really have no idea but it was a few frames away from his eye picture.

I’m just wondering what it was a picture of.

PHOTO: A.M. Moscoso

PHOTO: A.M. Moscoso

There they are, my found art.

and here is my dog- who no longer tries to eat my phone but will walk off with it now and then..so I guess it’s possible I’ll find more weird stuff in the future.

At least I hope I do- this stuff IS fun to look at.

Hamish Macbeth- Budding Photographer and bed hog.

Hamish Macbeth- Budding Photographer and bed hog.

 

The Evesdropper

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DAILY PROMPT

Layers

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

Photo: A.M Moscoso

Photo: A.M Moscoso

Oliver Simon was waiting for his bus on Larch and Fifth when he heard two angry voices drifting over the tall hedges. He wanted to turn around and to see the argument in action but he couldn’t- that would be rude.

So he stayed very still and listened instead:

” It’s so crowded here, and we’re all packed in tight as sardines in a tin, you can hardly take a breath Innes”

Oliver assumed it was Innes who answered, ” I’m sorry. You know how it is.”

” You can’t keep doing this to us. Packing us in like this, it’s dehumanizing.”

” I said I’m sorry Mrs. Brody. I’ve said it a million times. But there’s  nothing I can do. “

” Take…”

” Mr Longmire.”

” Take Mr Longmire somewhere else. It’ so crowded here. I swear we can hardly take a decent breath anymore.”

Oliver thought that sounded pretty awful. The bus was crowded most of the time and God knows he hated sharing a seat.

” I really wish you’d stop saying that.” Innes said.

” Eight of us, there are eight of us in here. Now it’ nine. Are you going to go for an even dozen? Why not Innes? Why not a dozen?”

Oliver hated sitting next to anyone- no matter what he put on the seat next to him and no matter how far he spread his legs apart somebody always insisted on him moving himself and his stuff to make room for them when they were clearly not wanted, not invited to share Oliver’s space.

The world was full of jerks.

” Because, there is room, Mr Longmire is going to be your neighbor and…”

” We can hardly take a decent breath, we-“

Oliver heard Innes slam something into the ground with a thud  ” You’re dead, you haven’t taken a breath in 25 years. Now quit complaining and go back to sleep will you?”

 

Infernally Yours

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DAILY PROMPT

Autonomy

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Every doubt, every scar, every insult, every hurt, every injustice every demon.

I was told to overcome them, banish those demons- put them behind me, bury them, shove them into a room and lock the door and throw away the key.

Go ahead and build and fashion with my own two hands a room where the air is chilled by despair, lit by anger and every square inch, every corner of that cavernous room is crammed full of bones, twisted shadows and the torn and bloody remains of  every me who ever was in doubt, ever injured, ever insulted or dealt an injustice.

The crying the half breaths and the whispering and shouting into nothingness would never end in that room- does anybody know that?

Why doesn’t that matter?

stuck

Create a Hell is the advice I get,  create a hell shut the door, lock it and throw away the key.

I can see myself standing in front of the door. I can feel the coldness, hear the despair. I can see the handle being frantically turned and worked from the other side.

I should lock that door, throw away the key and walk away from that door…

Or I could open the door, walk inside and

embrace what I find there and make it my own.

scary-mirror-1

 

I Hear You Knocking…

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Inspired by The Soul Food Cafe Prompt

Personality Of A Front Door

Over this week I have been taking pictures of and thinking about doors.

You might think that’s not very profound. That it’s sort of silly and not a good use of one’s time or creative energy- but to know me is to love me and that’s the sort of thing I do a lot of.

Anyway.

All of these doors are doors I by walk through or pass by every single day.

These doors are not in exotic places and they haven’t seen great things or been witness to world shaping events. Or maybe they have and they’re not saying.

At least.

I don’t think so.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Some doors say, ” Hey baby, how’s it going? Come on in… it’s ok”

How could you not say ‘yes’ to this door?

Look at those neat shoes that the lady is wearing…but have a care, she protects her door with a metal gate. A very efficient and  formidable one.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Some doors are friendly, inviting and they say,  “Welcome, glad you’re here.”

Other doors just scream.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I think that there are doors  that only pretend to be forgotten, dead, ” Nothing going here just keep on walking by.” So they seem to say.

But look at all those signs of life around this door. What kind of life ( or would it be life ) is on the other side.

I think this door has fangs. I think that whoever is on the other side of that door is sitting in the dark and that it is hungry.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This door is in an alley, it’s huddled against a brick wall .

People walk just feet away from it everyday and don’t even notice or care that it’s there.

It’s been left haggard, damaged by rough use, carelessly repaired, .

This door isn’t just a door- it’s a mirror.

Look into it sometime.

Who or what do you think you’ll see?

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