Stranger

She thought she was alone in the office. She was supposed to be alone.

Outside

When he was huddled in the darkness, unable to see the creatures that made the sounds around him, unable to breath the putrid stench of a cell unwashed, he'd survived, remained sane by imagining being able to see the outside world.

When they had moved him, shackled and blind folded, prodded into a stumbling gait, He'd silently thanked the gods.

From his cell he could see outside, feel the cold fresh air, raise his face to the wind. From his cell he enjoyed the rain as it splashed on the steel and concrete, washed himself as a stream flowed over the low wall, tumbling to his feet. From his cell he could hear the freedom of the brids as they sang as day broke.

In his cell there was no lull as the wind tore through, wrapping itself around his body, ignoring the rags he wore. In his cell the stream became a river, a torrent that threatened to take him beyond the wires, if it could, dicing him into pieces. In his cell the birds mocked him, waking him in the cold darkness, leaving him to shiver, awake and despairing before dawn appear and bought new torments to him. Allowing him to see freedom, to taste freedom, to smell and feel it. But never reach freedom.

He longed for the darkness of his old home.

Left Behind

It is a dream of mine and my hubby's, to travel the country side, even the towns, and discover buildings like this one.

Buildings left behind as the people moved on.

What happened? Why was the land abandoned? For financial reason, no money left to keep the land useful? Or because the land was worth more redeveloped?

We would take the photos, talk to the people and write about the places Left Behind.

Fire in the Sky

Myla clutched her father's fingers, her eyes wide, her breath still within her throat. Yet her tummy rummbled.

It was true what they said. About the dragon in the sky.

A the sun fell below the hills, the dragon came out. And he breathed fire into the sky.

Decay

There wasn't much left of the farm; a couple of buildings, more down that up, the remains of a fence. Knee high weeds, most of which were poisonous to livestock. But the thrill within Karen, the feeling in her stomach that wouldn't stay down, swept over all the decay. Wiped the harsh reality away with the excitement.

The land was hers. Not her father's, not her husband's, nor her brothers'. Not even her uncle's. But hers.

CitySunset

The camera doesn't see what the eye sees, doesn't capture the colors. It also doesn't capture the smells and sounds that acompany a scene, that make a scene more than just a flat picture.

I hope that in my writings I can transfer the sights, sounds and smells with only words.

FriarBird/Skeksis

If you've ever seen the movie Dark Crystal (1982 directed by Jim Henson and Frank Oz) you would know that these birds, friar birds, MUST have been the inspiration for the Skeksis.

Just wish I'd been able to get a better photo.