Jubilant [Weekly Photo Challenge]

I waited until I got home to see what the theme for the week was. I was a little preoccupied with a long drive to the funeral of a very close friend’s mother. Cheri was like a second mom to me. I have memories of smiles, laughs, jokes, dinners and just plain spending so many nights over. Cheri was adamant that today was supposed to be a celebration of her life and not a day to be sad but sadness is understandable, we witnessed the loss of such a jubilant soul. I would like to dedicate this week to some of Cheri’s flowers. They represent her warmth and thirst for life.

Face [Weekly Photo Challenge]

Faces…

Do you see a man climbing out of the cave in the outline of the first photo or is that just me? Also, here is the look on my face the day we went caving for the first time (a week or so ago) I peeked in several small caves before but this time we needed headlamps! Can’t wait to go again and stand face to face with nature… and baby bats… and *scream* spiders!

Earth [Weekly Photo Challenge]

Mother Earth :)

What is your favorite place to visit on Earth? Is it close to home (like the first picture from my new town) or is it faraway like my vacation photo from Colorado (where I plan to move someday!) Feel free to post links to photo challenges in the comments (especially this one!) I try to keep up but sometimes I miss lovely posts. It is so fun to travel via computer and a joy to see so many interpretations of the same theme. Glad to be back at these weekly challenges once more, huzzah!

Lost Verses

Three, Two, One…

Thoughts run together–hear the roar of a crowd
Wake, inhale influences, reach for coffee in that chipped cup
Must run when dreams run long 8:29 is here, then gone.

Moments jolt like random jets
sprinkling the lawn when no one’s home.

Stand at the door keep checking a watch
How many years can it go before someone sets off
in the middle of the street?

Just wait–e x p l o d e.

Boxes

For years you’ve been packing emotions in tiny boxes. What are you afraid of? Does it come from a dream? Some long forgotten dream? Seeded deep in your mind is a metal fan catching fire, Bigfoot stomping down Broadway and a place where boys and girls can float up and down knobby apple trees…Where did those years go? How many boxes surround you now? Some boxes can even carry the sweat and blood of memories into the next life.
But where is that?

Tune Out

It never happened
You never reached it
Hands outstretched
Your melody completed

Found Verse

I can’t go on
With everyone
Disappearing
Every phantom
Memory I keep
Peels lifetimes away
Here it is…

Original version of ‘Boxes’

For years you’ve been packing those emotions in tiny plastic boxes. What are you afraid of? You can’t confront it. Instead you run upstairs and slam the door, escaping imaginary beasts below.

Does it come from a dream? Some long forgotten dream? Seeded deep in your mind is a metal fan catching fire, Bigfoot stomping down Broadway and boys and girls that float up and down knobby apple trees.

Where did those years go? How many boxes surround you now? What happens when all you love is lost? Then, you’re left with just the boxes. Boxes that carry the sweat and blood of your memories into the next life.

But where is that?

Poetry by blastedgoat

blasted portrait

Back in the Web

I’ve been gone for a moment or two (in the grand scheme of my internet life) but a few months seems like far too long to go between blog entries! I’m finally connected to the interweb and though my stats may be down, they didn’t disappear. If I dive back in now who knows where 2016 may take me?

In 2015 I moved out of my hometown for the first time (90 miles away) and I plan to see a lot more of the world from now on…

For now, I hope you will enjoy these images I snapped before, during and slightly after my big move to Dubuque!

 

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