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Weekly Photo Challenge-Delicate Outside And Strength Inside

There are things in this world which we take for granted as being delicate. There are the clouds in the sky which are diaphanous looking on a beautiful sunny day. Yet when the skies become angry the clouds can turn dark and brooding, no longer looking like the delicate wisp of cotton balls in the sky.

Delicate clouds...the calm before the storm?
Delicate clouds…the calm before the storm?

Beautiful geese roams the river banks in Amsterdam. Their “oh so white” downy feathers bring to mind, being wrapped in down comforters, on  cozy days and nights. However, nature has a resiliency that is endowed for the survival of the fittest. Do not underestimate a goose’s delicate form, for it’s beak can be a dangerous weapon.

These geese lounge near the river bank, but they are far more spry when they need to be.
These geese lounge near the river bank, but they are far more spry when they need to be.

Flowers tend to be most on a person’s mind when the word delicate pops ups. Yet year after year, season after season, flowers will grow wildly along the country side without help from any human hands.

Delicately wild...
Delicately wild…


My most favorite of delicate things…dolls. Their pretty silky hair and cute smallness lends to the perfection of the delicate of looks. Yet, dolls can last for  many years, preserving our memories of childhood within it’s very doll soul.

Pretty dolls with delicate strength of timelessness.
Pretty dolls with delicate strength of timelessness.


Weekly Writing Challenge: A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Words-Mother

Weekly Writing Challenge: A Picture Is Worth A 1000 Words

Who knew that this picture would be the picture that would end up defining our family. Mother insisted she take this photo as we wore our Sunday best. Father, never one for photos, only agreed because he hated being late more. Sissy was so proud of having her first big girl purse and I secretly agreed with father. Photos were for sissies and I took my cue from father and put on a stoic look.

Mother didn’t take the picture right away insisting that she wouldn’t unless we smiled. Sissy did her best to please mother, but then she was always trying to be like mother so of course she would. When mother realized that father and I wouldn’t budge she snapped the photo. I don’t know why father was so perturbed that day because when I think of it now it was rare that mother was not in a picture with us.

No matter, father could look as stern as he wanted, but mother would get him chuckling and playing along with any shenanigans she was about. Mother kept life going and always made sure we had fun. So this photo, the one without her, says more about mother to me than all the other photos in our album. Because this was the last picture mother took before she was taken from us in an instant.

In one swift moment she gone in a flash, like the bulb on her camera. Except for mother the flash was the headlights of an on coming car in the night. Mother never knew what hit her, but each time I pick up my camera and click a photo, I think of that day she tried to make us smile and for all the days she did.