Here’s Spit-Er Beauty In Your Eye

We prize beauty.

We have fought wars for it, killed for it, allow doctors to slice and carve our flesh and fill it with silicone, metal, and even magnets to shape it, to bend it and force to make our bodies beautiful.

From The Article: 12 Most Bizarre Body Implants       

Yes his tattoo has breast implants.

 

 

I have seen a lot of death and various stages of decay in my life time and this is what I’ve learned about the life expectancy of beauty.

You can change it, redefine it, shame people for having it or not having it.

But if you look at it, if you really open your eyes to it beauty is there is always there in all things  and it takes many forms.

I try to appreciate it and enjoy  seeing it no matter what shape it takes.

I think it makes me a kinder person- to both myself and others.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso

 

Daily Post Prompt: Exposed

hellhounds and me

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Yesterday an impressive storm rolled into town.

I watched it move up from Seattle-, there was thunder and lighting  and the clouds were dark and light and they swirled together in odd patterns as it moved into our area.

I’ve seen storms like that in the Midwest- not so much in the Pacific Northwest.

Here’s an interesting factoid:

I’ve almost been hit by lighting about four times.

Yesterday  on the bus ride home it hit somewhere close to us and the right side of the bus filled up with a flash of silver light.

I don’t know why I felt guilty, but I wasn’t surprised it was that close. It usually is.

I’m starting to think of lighting as the Hell Hound On My Trail.

Like Robert Johnson sang, I gotta keep moving I guess.

I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin’
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail

And the days keeps on worryin’ me
There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Post Prompt: Panicked

Who Is She Talking To?

Self Portrait
A.M. Moscoso

Sometimes, you scare me Anita Marie

I have heard from time to to time

mostly at night

just after the Sun has died

for the day.

 

And I have said

always at night

when the Sun is dead and gone:

”  I scare myself all of the time,

always at night, when the morning is far and the Devils have come out to play.”

Self Portrait
A.M. Moscoso