Tag: Photography

Along For The Ride

Today I thought- when it comes to life I feel like I just went along for the ride. It’s not the best way to reflect on your years but there it is.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

My Mom’s friend planted these trees over 40 years ago.

They were scrubby looking things when she first put them in and we used to like to jump over them. We made it most of the time. At least we didn’t kill any of the trees but I think we damaged a few.

I remember Sandy used to yell from her living room window, ” Hey cut that out. I don’t want a yard full of dead trees!”

Those trees outlived the daughter of my Mom’s friend, they outlived our pets and family members.

Her house is gone, we’re all but gone but the trees are still there.

Those scrubby little trees.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Word Prompt: Passenger

 

Drawn To It

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When I go out and take pictures of art, the kind of art that people leave on the sides of walls and in bus stop shelters and sometimes on the sidewalk I don’t know what I’m hoping to see.

I guess I’m looking for a story.

I guess I’m looking for answers, for inspiration, maybe even a little mystery.

In the message left behind by the artists I guess I’m looking for my own way to be heard.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Post Prompt: Magnet

Echo Was Here

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I used to visit my friend here- my dog Sham is buried under the trees.

My friend died, her Mom moved away years ago.

Sham is even gone, I suppose

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I used to play in the woods here, I won my first fist fight here, smoked my first cigarette here.

It’s all gone now.

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I was here, once upon a time.

Now I’m just an echo, waiting to be heard.