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Daily Prompt: Moments to Remember (All Done!)

Today I closed the door (literally) on the year of the ‘studio experiment’. After a final look around and placing the keys in an obvious spot, it was time to move on.

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Daily Prompt: Cheer


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Daily Prompt: Harsh (Revisited)

Oh boo hoo to me for previous post re: harsh.

Harsh was watching the foreclosed house torn down this morning. Check it out:

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Daily Prompt: I’d Like to Thank 195 People ( and all the cats in the blogosphere)

“You are receiving an award –- either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?”

Acceptance Speech for “MOST AWED BY YOUR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE” Award

Dear 195 WordPress Writers, Photographers, Adventurers, Cat Aficionados, Kayakers, World Citizens, Air Stream Travelers, Poets, Movie Buffs, Mannequins who are really people, Minnesotans, and you know who you are..,

All of you, who drop by and sign on, thrill me with the beauty and poignancy of your photography and words. You lead me to new places and new people through your posts, and portals to places like EyeEm and Flickr.

I do my best to keep up with your activities; I worry when I don’t see you around (or blame those poor folks at WordPress for dropping you out of my feed..)

Each person who clicks on ‘follow this blog’ led to this moment. I am honored, and humbled. I would like to thank my cats, Dylan and Bagheera, for their unflagging support, and to all the cats in the blogosphere who kept us going when we first started out.


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Daily Prompt: The Clock

(This will be a first, as I have never participated in a writing post!)


Red dot to red dot. Then the satisfying ‘click’ of the threads meshing; lens to body.

The tax return was spent. All gone. A clandestine trip to the camera store under cloak of suburban mall traffic over, I was now free to play. Of course I began by stalking the cats. Then the mailman. Downloading the newest photos, tiny beads of sweat pricked at my hairline. A voice reverberated through my head. “Don’t go out and spend all that tax return,” it intoned. Shaking it off I continued to work. Hours passed. I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. I began to race about my work space. Packing materials flew everywhere, the camera and lens safely tucked away. Faster, faster!! You can explain this all tomorrow.

The front door opened. The entrance. A quick glimpse at the screen. “Wow, nice shot of Dylan!”

The end.

post script: we file returns individually 😉