#writephoto — Perspective

3FB8307E-BA25-4FB4-8A8D-34805693822D“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Carolyn asked her friend, Ann, after handing her the photograph. “I’m going to have it mounted and framed and hang it in my living room.”

Ann stared at the picture for a moment and then handed it back to Carolyn. “It’s okay, I guess,” Ann said.

Carolyn was shocked and disappointed by her friend’s reaction. “Seriously?” she said. “It’s just okay?”

“Well, I guess it’s got some artistic qualities about it in an avant-garde sort of way,” Ann said. “But I’m not sure I see the same beauty in it that you do.”

“Oh my God,” Carolyn said indignantly. “How can you look at that photo and not see the beauty in it? It’s a goddam work of art.”

Ann grabbed the picture out of Carolyn’s hand and looked at it again. “Okay, sure, I can see the artistry,” she said. “But what made you take a picture of the setting sun being reflected on the surface of a slushy road?”

Carolyn took the picture back from Ann and looked at it again. “Oh for crissake, Ann,” Carolyn said. “You’re holding it upside down.”

975A6C51-D39A-477E-A545-1CC800B02EB5“Oh,” said Ann. “It’s a sunset over the lake. My bad.”

Written for today’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. And, yes, Sue, it is a beautiful photograph when you look at it from the the right perspective. 😃

#writephoto — Mellow Yellow

39E52DA9-9E28-487D-B554-5F6C4BFF119BAs the brothers walked down the path, yellow tipped flowers growing in abundance on both sides and nearly as far as the eye could see, Ronald suddenly started humming the old Donovan song, “Mellow Yellow.”

Donald got a broad smile on his face and uttered the words, “quite rightly.” Both of them cracked up.

The young men then started singing together. “I’m just mad about Saffron, Saffron’s mad about me. I’m just mad about Saffron, she’s just mad about me. They call me mellow yellow (quite rightly). They call me mellow yellow (quite rightly).”

By the time they finished singing those words, Ronald and Donald were doubled over with laughter. “Who is Saffron, anyway?” Ronald asked Donald.

“I don’t know, but I heard that mellow yellow refers to a rumor back in the sixties that one could get high from smoking dried banana skins,” Donald said.

“Oh yeah?” said Ronald. “Well I heard that the song is about being cool and laid-back.”

“Well,” said Donald, “I heard that the ‘electrical banana’ in the song is about women’s battery-operated vibrators. They were just appearing on the scene at that time.”

Once again, both men cracked up. “Pass me that joint, brother,” Ronald said.

“Here you go,” Donald said. “Wow, these flowers sure are yellow.”

“And I sure am mellow,” quipped Ronald.

Written for this weeks Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

And, in case you were wondering, here’s Donvan’s song.

#writephoto — The Clearing

06A55884-65C1-4932-8037-76018DF3326BFrank pushed his grocery cart, the one he had appropriated from the Safeway a few months back, through the park. The cart, loaded with a sleeping bag, a tarp, some warm clothing, a few rolls of toilet paper, and some snacks and a bottle of cheap booze he’d swiped from the convenience store, was hard to push through the dirt on the trail.

Frank could see that the sun was starting to set and he needed to find a suitable place to set up camp for the night. He was looking for a path less traveled, and one where he could find a relatively flat clearing, isolated enough to shelter him from the disparaging glances of other patrons of the city park.

It wasn’t Frank’s fault that he was homeless. How could he know that the economy would come close to collapse and that the factory he worked at would be shuttered? How could he know that his wife would leave him and his grown kids would shun him after the alcohol turned him from a good man to a drunken bastard? How could he know that he’d lose his house and find himself on the streets begging for scraps and morsels like a mangy dog?

But this was not the time to consider such weighty thoughts. He just needed a clearing where, away from prying eyes, he could unfurl the tarp, roll out his sleeping bag, crawl inside, and pray that he would at last find his lasting, quiet, endless peace.

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

#writephoto — As the Crow Flies

B21081E5-35DC-472F-9E0C-D5EC994ADFA2The large, black bird surveyed its domain. It was a gray, cloudy day, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The crow had the good luck earlier in the day to have caught and consumed a small mouse. And just the day before, it had managed to snare a chipmunk. So hunger was not an issue for the bird.

There were dozens of small sparrows resting on the wires strung from pole to pole on the periphery of the park. Two herons were hunting for their own meals, one investigating the numerous gopher holes in the grass and another fishing in the shallow waters of the nearby lake.

The crow was watching the heron on the grass as it successfully grabbed a small gopher who, unfortunately for it, stuck its head slightly out of its hole, when a red-tailed hawk swooped down and literally snatched that gopher from the heron’s bill with its claw and flew off with it to its nest high in a tall tree.

That’s when the crow noticed the young boy aiming a slingshot right where the crow was perched. But before the boy could pull back and release the stone, the crow let out a series of caws and flew away, just as the winds picked up and heavy raindrops came falling to the ground from the darkening skies.

Written for today’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

#writephoto — Couples Counselling

5C625EE8-4482-4650-844E-8CB2C5147C14“It doesn’t look like it’s been well maintained,” Chuck said to his wife. “Look at these vines and branches. They practically block this window.”

“First of all,” Anita said, “that’s a rose bush. It just needs to be cut back a bit and given some TLC.”

“The whole house needs TLC,” Chuck noted.

“But it has so much character,” Anita countered.

“That is just another word for money pit,” said Chuck. “I want a brand new house that no one else has ever lived in.”

“But all those new houses are so cookie cutter, so bland. They have no character at all,” said Anita.

“You can find plenty of characters if you watch TV or read a good book,” Chuck said sarcastically. “And the windows. They’re probably the originals. Single pane and no doubt drafty. Can you imagine what it would cost to heat the place?”

“What I can imagine is how owning this home would be like living in a fairytale,” said Anita, somewhat dreamily.

“More like a nightmare,” Chuck said.

After listening to Chuck and Anita bickering, the real estate agent who was showing them the property had had enough. “You two aren’t ready to buy a house together,” she said. “You need to get on the same page and I suggest couples counseling as a good first step.”

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. (I think I’ve been watching too many episodes of “House Hunters” on HGTV.)