|Photograph Maleko ©2012|
Friday, August 31, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Photos taken of the morning sunrise in late August 2012 on my early morning bike commute in the Pacific Northwest! (Collage done using PicMonkey) ~©Maleko 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
This writing is for the word prompt to the right
for Free Write Friday using what is called
stream of consciousness writing. No editing,
no proofing, just write! Please check out
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Thursday, August 23, 2012
"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another, even as I have loved you, that you also love one another."
(A picture of my girl and her dog, edited using PicMonkey Maleko ©2012)
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
|"Wearing Masks" ©Maleko 2012|
5x6.5 inches ~ Watercolor Pencils and Pastels ~ Drop shadow border added using PicMonkey
This picture of three horse heads in vibrant colors struck me as looking like masks that were being worn while something devious is being planned. What could that be? What is being said? What are they trying to hide? Better question what do we hide behind the masks we wear in our daily lives?
Friday, August 17, 2012
(This writing is for the text prompt above
for Free Write Friday using what is called
stream of consciousness writing, no editing,
no proofing just writing! Please check out
Kellie Elmore's blog for more information on
Free Write Friday's, use the twitter hashtag
#FWF and join the fun and just write!)
He struggled to get a foothold against the side of the cliff, but with each attempt his foot would only slide down the muddy wall. He knew neither he nor she could hold on for much longer. As he breath came in ragged gasps he mind returned to memories from the past. Memories of dancing in the rain under the streetlights on the rain soaked pavement of the city sidewalk.
His life had been a series of setbacks, facing each day alone seemingly misunderstood. But on an overcast spring day a light had entered his life as she stood behind him in line for his morning coffee. His life had come to a point where he expected nothing from anyone and often that is what he got.
She smiled her blue eyes twinkling as their eyes met. As he felt a rush of adrenaline he quickly looked away pushing away the hopeful longing thinking this would be just another disappointment on a dead end road just as it had been so many times before. He was determined not to let his heart be broken. Something would not let him stay in that place, so he slowly turned around to look back and she was till staring intently right at him. For the second time that morning his breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat. The journey down a road less traveled lay invitingly open now before him.
That first unlikely encounter led to long conversations, a growing friendship and trust. She seemed to understand him and more so accept him for who he was. They were kindred spirits and he believed that fate had finally found him. The weeks and months that followed were the happiest of his life. The adventures they shared ad brought them to this place hiking into the remote back country wilderness. The sudden thunderstorm had caught them unaware and now he hung dangerously from the edge of the cliff, tightly clutching her hand as she struggled to keep herself from falling. He looked up and into her eyes realizing that these few moments were all he had left. A small smile crossed his lips as he felt her grip loosen slightly as their fingers slowly began to slip apart. Terror flashed in her eyes, a fear so overwhelming she could make no sound.
As their eyes locked once again she saw a contentment and peace reflected back from him. Calm settled over her from some distance place as she leaned slightly forward in an effort to keep her hand secure in his. But slowly their fingers were sliding steadily apart as the rain continued to fall.
Just as their fingers slipped to where they were only holding on with their fingertips and their grip came apart, they both smiled as the outside world faded from view. She felt a relaxing peace and assurance like she had never known in her life.
She leaned her body slightly forward further over the edge in an effort to keep her grip on his hand. Suddenly her knees slid in the wet mud and she let her momentum carry her over the edge. Their eyes locked and they both saw the blinding bright light bursting open the dark around them as they fell.
Monday, August 13, 2012
|"Snoopy for President" |
Collage of pictures using PicMonkey, a free on-line photo editing site.
I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth
With the exception of women, there is nothing on earth so agreeable or necessary to the comfort of man as the dog. ~Edward Jesse, Anecdote of Dogs
My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am. ~Author Unknown
A man may smile and bid you hail, Yet wish you to the devil;
But when a good dog wags his tail, You know he's on the level.
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself. ~Josh Billings
I love a dog. He does nothing for political reasons. ~Will Rogers
Friday, August 10, 2012
It’s after midnight. You find yourself in an eerie yet, magical swamp. You hear whispering and see flashes of light…what happens?
Out of the dark
Out of the night
Goodnight on Fairie Swamp Garden
White orbs of light
Magical and mysterious
A glorious sight
The hour is bewitched
It had just began
For time stopped
Past midnight at 12:01
The fog hovered
Barely off the ground
The voices of the swamp
Was the only sound
The stories told
Of ghosts who dwell
In legends of old
Passed down in song
For without a verse
The past is forgotten
To be forever cursed
(The writing is for the image & text prompt
above Time & Place Scenario for
Free Write Friday using what is called stream of
consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just
writing! Please check out Kellie Elmore's blog for
more information on Free Write Friday's, twitter
hashtag #FWF and join the fun! Just write!)
The voices sing
Casting out lights
Love is what they bring
For without a prayer
The depths will drown
Rise above the fears
The lights float
Singing sweet songs
Of joy and love
We all belong
Not fearing the dark
The black is broken
By God's bright sparks
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
From the sky it was horseshoe shaped from one end to other where it met the main street where the cars traveled quickly carrying people on their way to somewhere. The street was simple asphalt with no sidewalks. You only encountered the main road if you turned right out of the driveway, but if you turned left you saw the bend of the road forming the bottom corner of the horseshoe, but we so often deviated from the bend in the asphalt. We would quickly duck under the electric fence marking the edge of the neighbors field that kept the horses and cows from roaming free. Crossing the field on the banks of the irrigation ditches we walked carrying our BB guns like some might hunters looking for wild game.
On the other side of the field we took turns holding the barbed wire apart as we each crawled through the small opening emerging into the larger agricultural fields that were planted with corn, potatoes, alfalfa and others crops depending on the year. This is the street that I grew up on. The fields and beyond yielded a world where young boys pretended to be men by exploring, discovering and imagining the world in our own special way. There were irrigation ditches to wade and swim in, trees to climb, brambles of branches to explore, silos to climb, old barns to explore and horses to dare each other to climb up on. A world where the expectations of daily duties of chores, school work and being a good boy were left far behind.
Hunting for our dinner as if our very lives depended on it, perfecting our aim with our BB guns we shot at many small birds, snakes, frogs and even each other on occasion. Although, we very rarely hit anything we believed we could survive in the wilds on our own. Then as the sun would sink low into the western horizon the realization sunk in that we must return to that other world in which we lived. The street that I grew up on lead to a world where imagination ruled and boys could be men, dream of adventure and always be the hero! ©Maleko 2012
(The above was written for Free Write Friday using what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just write! The story was prompted by the text "The street you grew up on…" and image above, please check out Kellie Elmore's blog for more information on Free Write Friday's, twitter hashtag #FWF and join the fun! Just write!)