Now in the midst of fall and looking into the maw of winter, I choose to remember the variety of summer clouds. I was constantly being shown new shapes and configurations in the blue skies overhead. This one looked just like an angel with his head down and his wings spread. I have others, masses of them taken on days when being outside was the only place to be and some were even taken while standing in the swimming pool since it was situated in the perfect spot to take photographs of the sky. The hill top where I live offers a plethora of views of land and sky and taking these pictures at different times of year shows how one spot never looks the same year round. Now ,when the chill winds blow and the cold raindrops fall, these spring and summer photos transport my soul back to warmer times when everything was new and vibrant and the sky was full of beautiful art!
Aye , and it is a very frosty morning that I woke up to. I did leave a tiny heater going last night ,mostly pointed towards the bathroom to keep the pipes warm but as for me, I like my bedroom cool so I can snuggle under the blankets with my pillow I shall call Percy. Yes, I’m single and mostly likely to remain that way as I have become most particular as to what man I allow into my life. First he must be single as I do not care to share with another woman and he must be addiction free, a Scotch now and then isn’t a problem but drinking the bar dry is! Self supporting is needed as my own coffers are severely sparse and while I love to share, two can not live on one potato! He needs to appreciate nature in all its glory and not averse to sinking a lure into the lake or stream now and then. A fond familiarity with reading would be nice as I do love to read but it dosn’t have to be “War and Peace”, “Field and Stream” does just fine. A love of camping is also agreeable so long as he agrees to dump the bucket. I can’t hit the broadside of a wide barn but if he hunts, I do adore a good deer roast. Affection is well received and freely given. I’m realizing ,as I write, I may only find this masculine ideal in my fictional writings but hope springs eternal so maybe ,just maybe , this fellow is out there somewhere lost in the real world, attempting to land on my doorstep. I assure you I am not holding my breath but I might just be casting the odd eye over there now and then just to check. So, now that I have flexed my writing muscle, perhaps I should travel over into the fictional world I have created and finish my latest short story. I just had the aliens vanish all animal and insect life on Earth, which has left the television news people speechless. Maybe that’s why I can’t finish. I am so very sick and tired of the real life versions that having silenced their fictional counterparts, I an unable to give back their voice! So, if you happen by and give this paragraph a loosee, enjoy it and your day!
Yes, I am starting again here. Been battling the worst writers block but a very wise and talented author friend says to ,”get your head out of your but” and so I surrender my “but” and embrace my “do”. Do write under any circumstances and do not worry so much about the nasty little editor that lives beside the writer in my brain , she needs to hush and drink a mojito! I chose this photo of mine to illustrate the fact that I set out to capture the morning glory in a photo and managed somehow to take a painting of one instead. Perhaps if I set out intending to just write, to set down my thoughts and opinions , something might happen to the block and all those fascinating characters and story lines will come flowing out, hooping and hollering like college students on a raft battling white water. So, Kristin Lamb, once again you have inspired me! Thank you!