Current Photo Friday theme: Shadows
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Photo Friday, No. 796
Current Photo Friday theme: Identity
I had so many questions as a child. How did he get away with it? The booth was GLASS. No one saw? No one noticed a man wearing glasses and a suit going into the booth and exiting a caped hero? Where did his clothes go?
Maybe I understand it better now. Heroes walk unseen among us every day; nonetheless, they change the world.
Today was Take Your Action Figure To Work Day. This guy kept me company while I wrote.
Photo Friday, No. 795
Current Photo Friday theme: Midnight
Insomnia and a Movie: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
Photo Friday, No. 794
Current Photo Friday theme: Desire
In a couple of weeks, I’ll explain this photo collage.
Photo: mine
Painting: “With a Red Guitar,” mine
Book: Unforgettable Fire, Eamon Dunphy
Music (Rattle and Hum album/CD): U2
Lyrics: Bono
Photo Friday, No. 793
Current Photo Friday theme: Work
What I most wanted to do.
What I most loved doing.
If it’s banned or burned,
I’ll keep doing it,
Even to an audience of two.
Photo Friday, No. 792
Current Photo Friday theme: Symbols
Guiding me for all my double-digit ages. (Taken at The Compound, December 7, 2009.)
Photo Friday, No. 791
Current Photo Friday theme: Cool
Cool. What is it? Maybe part of a telegraph receiver? Or how my brain looks when I’m stuck while writing fiction?
Photo Friday, No. 790
Photo Friday, No. 789
Current Photo Friday theme: Delicate
Glass hummingbird.
I think this was a gift from my mother-in-law many years ago. Hummingbirds are fascinating. This one is probably close in scale to a real bird.
Photo Friday, No. 788
Current Photo Friday theme: Memories
These jacks belonged to my mother, and as she aged, she used them to maintain dexterity and hand/eye coordination. They are more colorful than the ones I had as a child, but I spent many happy times sitting on a porch or sidewalk playing jacks.
The ball shown with these no longer has its bounce. The BEST part of jacks was when you somehow lucked into the perfect ball–just the right amount of bounce, a good fit to a small palm–such are the joys of childhood, and sometimes, when you revisit the game with your older friends, the glee of adolescence.