Heatwave

Phantom winds sweep through baked, drought ravaged lands. The relentless furnace of the sun wounds! Shade is no refuge. No breeze flows . No evaporation cools. Dawn is the only sane time. It’s false coolness seems real enough. Walking is possible though not pleasant. The dog, wilting as it’s dragged…

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Passing thoughts

It’s a beautiful evening. The torrential downpour is over and a slow gentle wind wafts scents of wet roads and fresh air perfumed by happy flowers. The stillness after the storm was wanting to be filled with music. I grabbed my guitar with intent to maim a few old tunes…

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Majestic Live Oak Tree in Conway, SC

Spanish Moss

Nothing is quite as indicative of the US Southern landscape as the sight of Spanish moss draped trees, especially the majestic live oaks. Even a relatively young tree can take on the look of antiquity when softened by lovely gray-green moss hanging from each branch. Spanish moss is not actually…

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A Barn Surprise

(In response to Writing Task 652, a fictional story based on an old barn photograph I took while on a road trip in the country) As I walked this property that was for sale I saw a barn in the distance. It was a nice Fall day to venture out…

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Mirror mirror on the wall

In October 1967 I received a rather forceful invitation from the president of the United States suggesting I report to a U.S Army induction center . Apparently he was concerned I wasn’t being all I could be all I could be. I decide to postpone that request and went on…

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How to Start… Anything

Imagine this. You have the idea for a book. You write the book. You become a world famous author. The germ of an idea of a new painting hits you. You go to the canvas. You paint it. Somebody sees it and you become a world famous artist. You think…

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Pillows

The Pillow Fight

I only had a few pillow fights in my youth and they never ended up well. The pillow fights were only with my sisters.  I was the oldest sister and naturally I got overly rough with my two younger sisters.  They would end up crying and I would end up…

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