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Once upon a time
a storm moved through here
and made this place it’s own.
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Did it use lava or ice or snow
did it race through or walk through
these now ruined hills
did it take away it’s victim’s bones
to feast upon later?
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Could it have been held back,
could it have been fought off?
The scars it left behind
spell
I wish.
RDP Friday: AVALANCHE
If I want to set the temperature for a story on my blog
I use these pictures
because
they give
me
the chills.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
RDP Thursday – TEMPERATURE
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
On New Years Morning
on the first day of a brand spanking new year of which I was excited to see in the night before
I found these balloons tied into a bunch and resting on the side of the road.
It looks like someone had written all of the negative ideas, thought and images from their head onto these brightly colored balloons and then let them go to
where I found them, waiting for me on the side of the road like roaches surprised when you flip a light on unexpectedly.
I could see that every stroke of the pen had left something dark, something depressing that someone wanted to let go of and they did during their wonderful night of festivities and in the end all of their emotional vomit ended up at my feet scrawled in black sharpie on cheerful pastel colored balloons the next morning.
Depressing right?
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But then my dog, Hamish jumped on one and then the other and started to pop them, one by one.
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I made him stop because I wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting a mouthful of balloon and he looked up at me with impatience and dare I say concern?
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My dog did not stop until each of those little brightly colored vicious monsters from inside of someone’s head that had been turned loose on an expecting world that New Years Eve because they wanted to be rid of them were destroyed and when Hamish was done we put them in the recycle bin where they would not spoil
anyone else’s walk on a bright beautiful morning
of a brand spanking New Year.
You’re Welcome Universe.
You owe my dog.
You owe him big.
amm
Daily Addictions Prompt: Banner
Yesterday I found a sealed box of unsent Christmas cards in my pantry.
On the front of the card was a cute little Golden Retriever Puppy covered in glitter snow sitting in front of a crooked wooden fence with his head tilted to the side.
He was wearing a scarf.
Glitter and country road fence aside the dog was cute, but let’s face it.
The cards never got sent.
However this year, I found the perfect cards to send- thank you Mysterious Package Company!
I’m sending the cute dog cards to some of my friends and family and I’m sending these to the others.
I wonder which list will have what names on them.
At this point, I see some worried people heading to their mailboxes ( do people even USE those anymore ) because I always manage to get it wrong when it comes to really knowing what is going on inside of the heads of the people I know.
Mysterious Package Co Christmas Cards HERE
Last year I really tried to deck the halls and get into the swing of things- but I’m notorious for getting Christmas gifts that suck and that nobody really likes- I mean if you want to know how to screw up gift cards as presents, just ask me.
It’s not like I’ve given out voodoo dolls or edible bugs, shrunken heads or those little plush toys that look like germs, maybe I should. Maybe that’s what people expect from me and when I drop the ball and go traditional , maybe it’s a let down.
I don’t know.
Until this minute I hadn’t considered that.
Now there’s a thought.
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This Christmas season I promised myself I would read some Victorian Era Ghost stories ( check ) I would do something creative everyday ( check ) oh and I haven’t done any baking yet but I have eaten some great store bought treats so ( kind of check ).
Do you know what I haven’t done?
Stressed out over the holidays- but I think that finding those cool cards- which I’m using as story prompts so fair warning, got me off to a good start.
So if I can get through this Holiday without wanting to walk around with a blanket over my head ( as my dog likes to do, for his own reasons ) I would consider that a win.
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Now here is a little Christmas music for you to enjoy for you to enjoy as you maybe write out some cards or toss back a cookie or two- or you know A LOT of cookies.
But whatever you do, make sure you do it in your own unique way.
amm
Inspired By Made In Australia Advent Calendar: Christmas Letters From Australia
Photo: Luis S Moscoso
Homes are delicate places.
They’re not made to last forever, but we expect them to behave as if they will and we hope against hope that this delicate place will protect everything that matters to us from the world outside.
I decided to start a visual journal- I’m not sure what I’ll put into it yet but I’m sort of excited by the prospect.
Will I practice my drawing there? Keep little reminders like pictures or postcards of things that mattered to me in the moment?
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.,M Moscoso
What will happen to my journals, once I’m gone?
They’re not made to last forever and they are delicate and susceptible to the elements and bugs and rodents and poorly placed bottles of water and cups of tea.
Will anyone except for me ever look at them? Or will someone find them and take it apart, using the little bits and pieces I’ve saved there for their own journal, or maybe gift wrapping or maybe they will use it to prop open a door or window- if there are such things a long time from now.
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I guess I am hoping that my little bits of art and examples of my creativity will be safely housed in this delicate home I’ve built for it.
The world outside is so overwhelming and its full of monsters and endless nights of rain.
I’m not sure this will be enough to keep safe paper and ink and glue.
But I hope against hope that it will be.
Photo: Luis S Moscoso
Made In Australia Advent Calendar: The Man From Farther Out
You may hang garland or stockings by your chimney- which is beautiful and festive, but I set out my gargoyles with holiday lights because that’s how I roll.
amm
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
