RDP Wednesday: Arid
PHOTO A.M. MOSCOSO
Statue of Senenmut and Princess Nefrure Granodiorite, New Kingdom, 18th Dynasty, Reign of Hatshepsut (1502-1482 BCE).
Buried under an ocean of sand
over 3000 years ago
shrouded in darkness
these grave goods and I would meet in Seattle, Washington
far away from our real homes
never to return to where we belong.
Travelers in time.
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RDP Tuesday: SAVE
Pictures that I saved where I can find them quickly. They just make me smile.
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I took this picture of fossilized dinosaur poo because, dang- it’s Dino Poo!
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Wish- two tickets to Mars. One for me, one for my dog. Hamish’s birthday is in July.
My sixth grade picture. Notable because I like almost everyone in it. I can’t say that about most group pictures I ‘ve been in over the years.
Plus my teacher – Mr Patterson looks like Rick Nielson from Cheap Trick. My teacher was a good guy. I’ve always hoped he did well in life.
This picture of my granddaughter- an impish smile on holy ground. LOL.
And there you have it, random bits of me. Weird, right?
On my way to work in the mornings I walk by SPOOKED IN SEATTLE TOURS
and I’m thinking the time is coming to take one of those tours
instead of just window shopping- as it were.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
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RDP Tuesday: MOSS
Photographer Unknown
Upon occasion I go out and pictures of gravestones- and as a rule I don’t stage my shots so what you see is exactly what I saw.
Leaves, twigs, wildlife or the odd beer can or Barbie Doll ( I’m still wondering about that one, they turn up on random headstones and as far as I can tell they’re not the usual gift someone leaves for a child because they are next to stones that are old, in some cases the names are worn away ).
Of course, there is always going to be an exception to the rule and in this case my curiosity go the better of me.
It happened in May. It was warm and sunny. The grounds hadn’t been watered for awhile and the grasses smelled dusty. I remember I was wearing my favorite purple t-shirt.
On this exceptional day I reached down and I rested my hand on a cool green patch of moss creeping up the side of a gravestone and I moved a bit of the moss aside.
It was a soft patch of moss but when I took my hand away some of the moves shifted and I saw the crumbling stone under it.
I did the same to another gravestone a little ways away.
Or course I’ve seen what moss does to concrete, but there was something a little more sinister, maybe even insidious about those patches of moss I saw on these gravestones.
Just a splash of color, soft to the touch, an innocent patch of moss quietly pulverizing the last traces of a long dead couple and someone’s forever child.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso