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Holidailies Prompt: Share some of your favorite pictures from this past year

My Favorite Pictures of

2019

They’re not art and they’re not witty or clever and they don’t make a statement

but they’re my favorites because of the memories they captured.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

My dog Hamish Macbeth and his big brother  Micey. This was taken shortly before Micey died- Micey was almost 17 years old and he and Hamish were always together. We miss you our little Micey.

Photo MOSCOSO

My granddaughter Jemma- she’s a spirited gal like me! This was from the trip me and Luis took to see our Son and his family in May.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Taken in Olympia, Washington. I love it when trees look  spooky.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This was a big day for Hamish Macbeth! Not only did he overcome his fear of getting into cars in 2019 he was officially now unafraid of water now. As you can see, he was ready to swim for it and Luis gave him as much lead as he could so that Hamish could enjoy himself.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

We have a talented sidewalk chalk artist in our neighborhood,  I loved the planets and stars but most of all I loved that drawing of the waving hand. Captain Kirk would be proud.

 

The Railroad Ghosts of Christmas Past

Inspired by Dickens and  recent events along the tracks I commute to work on:

5 people struck by trains within days in Washington state

From July To October 4  people were struck-    The Tracks

The Ghosts of Christmas Past

followed me home

from the railroad tracks

down the hill from where I live.

 

Sometimes I hear them, sometimes I see them

sometimes I feel them breathing down my neck

into my ear

“Give us a place to dream, give us a place to eat,

give us a chance to sleep- we are so tired and it is so cold.”

 

I ignored them

for as long as I could.

 

” Go away, you’re keeping me awake at night I am so tired, I am so cold, I can’t eat

and I need my sleep.”

 

The Ghosts of Christmas past

whistle to me

from the railroad tracks

down the hill from where I live:

 

” We know you can hear us, we know you can see us, we know you can hear us breathing,  no matter how far away you are from us you go.  You might as well join us from up the hill where you live.”

 

I am thinking, here in the dark up on the hill where I live

where I can’t sleep, or eat or dream,

where I am so lonely and I am always so cold

that I might visit them a few times and get to know them-

before I let them move in.

RDP Friday – Scrooge

The Black Paintings

This is a wonderful piece on the Black Paintings of Goya and in it the author tells us about the which paintings disturbed him the most.

That painting is actually one of my favorites- so after this clip I’ve posted two of the paintings that I’ve found to be the most disturbing.

I’ve always found this painting to be the most disturbing:

Black Painting by Goya
” The Dog “

In this painting the dog is alone in an empty Sea and it is drowning- worse maybe it will never drown. Maybe it will almost drown, alone and  almost drown alone forever.

I’ve been that dog, that’s why I find the painting so disturbing.

I guess I see myself in it.

Black Painting- Goya
” The Fates “

I’ve always found it amusing that lovers claim that “fate” brought them together.

In my mind fate has a cruel streak and a sick sense of humor- and by the way it doesn’t really care who you are or what your desires or wants are.

This painting expresses that.

Black Painting By Goya
Pilgrimage to the Fountain of San Isidro

I don’t find the above painting disturbing but I’ll include it anyway.

What I hear when I see this painting is are questions- were these people crazed looking

before they made their pilgrimage or did it happen along the way- and once they get

there are these pilgrims the ones that were expected?

For the sake of drama with a touch of darkness- I’ll say

no.

 

Winter In May

RDP Wednesday – ENCHANTED

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I took these  pictures  in May when we were  on the train to Wisconsin to see our Granddaughter Jemma.

I believe we were passing through Glacier Park at the time.

I’m not a fan of Spring or Summer, so this was a very pleasant surprise- Winter has a cold yet gentle hold on my heart.

I am enchanted by dark winter nights.

I wonder what it looks like up there now-wait, why wonder – this is the interwebs! Here is link so we can see it

NOW