So There I Was

I was inspired by the Dig Tree Prompt today to sort out how I find my ideas for stories-my record of my creative journey ( so far )

I travel to places that have an air of mystery about them- like New Orleans for Halloween. I explore my neighborhood- I look for the small things like forgotten yard art, sidewalk art anything that said, ” I was here.” I explore cemeteries and I spend dedicated time to reading and listening to music. Most important I look as close to my own world and the things I love that inhabit it as I do about the Stars and Planets that I am challenging myself to learn about now.

These are pictures that I took  and small notes about why I captured that moment in particular.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

An unbearable story written in stone.

 

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I saw this in my neighbor’s garden- was it art, were the flowers art? Did they even remember it was there?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

My favorite type of storytelling- music.

I took this picture at the Royal BC Museum in Victoria BC.

I was in Victoria to learn Ghost Stories, but when I’m in Victoria I dedicate a day to the Museum. Who wouldn’t? That’s where I saw this wonderful machine.

                                                                  I wondered what it sounded like when it was played and how much people enjoyed it.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

The garden was beautiful but it is meant to be explored- I’d like to go back and just wander around  with no plans on what to see or do when I’m there. The Garden was created by  Jennie Butchart . 

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Some people are born story tellers- this is Jenny, a tour guide on a ” Haunted History Tour ” I took in New Orleans. This picture was taken on Halloween.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is a picture of my puppy that I took three years ago and I believe he was about 12  weeks old. I was looking at him through the lens and I thought:

” The Universe is 13 Billion Years old and it is infinite  and here you are little guy. You’re part of that history.

Amazing.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

Each of the experiences, the feelings of I had when I took trips alone, when I took a picture of one thing and found the story wasn’t the one I thought I was capturing ( and that was okay ) were all pieces of beautifully colored broken pieces of glass that  could put together in a million different ways. Each of those patterns told a story and  I am so glad I was there to see it happen.

Dig Tree Activity#9

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