Dwelling

Photo: Luis S Moscoso

Homes are delicate places.

They’re not made to last forever, but we expect them to behave as if they will and we hope against hope that this delicate place will protect everything that matters to us from the world outside.

I decided to start a visual journal- I’m not sure what I’ll put into it yet but I’m sort of excited by the prospect.

Will I practice my drawing there? Keep little reminders like pictures or postcards of things that mattered to me in the moment?

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What will happen to my journals, once I’m gone?

They’re not made to last forever and they are delicate and susceptible to the elements and bugs and rodents and poorly placed  bottles of water and cups of tea.

Will anyone except for me ever look at them? Or will someone find them and take it apart, using the little bits and pieces I’ve saved there for their own journal, or maybe gift wrapping or maybe they will use it to prop open a door or window- if there are such things a long time from now.

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I guess I am hoping that my little bits of art and examples of my creativity will be safely housed in this delicate home I’ve built for it.

The world outside is so overwhelming and its full of monsters and endless nights of rain.

I’m not sure this will be enough to keep safe paper and ink and glue.

But I hope against hope that it will be.

Photo: Luis S Moscoso

Made In Australia Advent Calendar: The Man From Farther Out

Quartet

You’re born

you live

you die

and sometimes you come back.

Life.

Image of a quartet

       painted, captured, scripted, sculpted

with skilled and reckless hands.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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Photo: A.M Moscoso

Fun In A Frame

A couple of years ago I decided to try my hand at photography.

It’s been hit and miss composition wise and sometimes I try to shoot one thing and end up with something else. I’ve also tried photoshop and I’ve tried different apps to alter and enhance my pictures.

I’ll be the first to say, photography is a struggle for me but much like Poetry I have so much fun doing it that I really don’t care about being perfect or polished or concerned that anyone will be impressed by what I produce.

Sometimes you just have to let yourself play and every once and awhile you get something great out of it.

These pictures  are the first pictures I took when I just decided to go out and shoot some frames to see what I would get.

I think I’ve learned a few things since I took these a few years ago, but regardless I’m proud of them.

Plus I had fun taking them so it was a win all around for me.

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Inspired by the SFC Chocolate Box Prompt: Creating with the heart of a child.

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Whispers

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Even though they are not my favorite foods, I have decided to open up a little gift I found in the achieves at the Soul Food Café.

It’s a great series of creative prompts called ” The Chocolate Box

The first chocolate  I clicked is called ” The Artists’ Party ” 

There are a lot of ideas in this prompt that you can use to create a mood or a story or a painting or even a photograph.

I decided to go through my photo journal to see what kind of pictures I have taken of trees- did I hug the tree as suggested by the prompt.

I probably should have because the trees I had taken pictures of seemed to be telling a story, or maybe I caught them in the middle of an act or just thinking about whatever it is trees think about.

In other words, we shared a moment.

That was a gift, no matter how you look at it.

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Horicon Marsh,
Wapun, Wisconsin
USA

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Amish Farm
Wisconsin, USA

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Fox Lake, Wisconsin
USA

 

My Tombstone

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I took this picture shortly after two members of my family had passed away within a week of each other, my dog had died unexpectedly ( death, no matter how we try to prepare ourselves for it’s arrival is never really ‘expected’, is it? ) and with those  three deaths my world broke apart into a tiny little pieces.

I’ve never been able to find them all again, let alone repair the damage.

I think this picture captures that time in my life and memorializes it perfectly.

It’s a fitting gravestone for a life that no longer exists.

 

Who’s A Good Boy?

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This is my dog  Hamish Macbeth.

This isn’t the greatest picture in the world but it’s the only picture I have of him and his little toy pig- who I will call Jodi.

Jodi, if you are a horror film fan know that it is the name of demonic character who took the form of a pig in film The Amityville  Horror.

Hamish would approve of the name ” Jodi ” for a few good reasons.

Hamish and Jodi had an on and off again relationship.

Sometimes Hamish liked him and most of the time he pretty much hated Jodi because I used Jodi as a training aid. Jodi squeaked when you squeezed him and I used that squeak to get Hamish’s attention. So when I was starting to really work with Hamish on his off-leash recall,  Hamish got to really hate Jodi.

Whatever fun thing Hamish was doing- running around sniffing things, playing in the bushes, chasing bugs eating snacks he stole out of my backpack, he had to stop and come forward and sit.

Hamish was good at it, but he started to really, really hate Jodi The Squeaky Pig.

One day I went to the cupboard   where I kept Hamish’s training kit- his lead, his reward treats and Jodi.

The treats that Hamish loved were all there. The lead was there and oddly enough one of Hamish’s favorite toys, which I never kept with his work kit was there.

But Jodi was gone.

Hamish was behind waiting for me to get his stuff out so we could go outside  and when I turned around with his toy in my hand he looked very happy- ” Good girl! ” that look said to me.

I thought maybe I had forgotten to put Jodi away and Hamish got him.

 


The lead suspect in the disappearance of Jodi The Squeaky Pig- Hamish Macbeth
age 3 months.

Last Summer- just about a month after Hamish Macbeth turned three years old  we moved and when we got to our new place I was in my new office doing some work when I heard a little squeak.

I turned around and Hamish opened his mouth and dropped this on the floor next to my chair:

From Beyond The Grave?
Jodi Returns.

You know, I like the movies about cursed toys- but they are always spooky looking dolls or something.

I don’t think there’s one about little squeaky toys that got into some weird battle of the wills with a dog.

I’m not sure who won the battle in this case, but when I took Jodi out to take his picture this morning I gave him a little squeak and Hamish trotted to my side, sat and when he thought I wasn’t looking he tried to eat Jodi.

I picked Jodi up just in time and put him on the top shelf of my closet.

I think he’ll be there when I get home today.

Maybe.

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Inspired By The Soul Food Café Prompt: Hatred Smoldering In The Hills

A Map Of My Heart

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I chose these pictures to place on  the map of my heart because each one represents something distinct in my personality- my creativity, my anger, what makes me feel hopeful what makes me feel afraid, what gives me strength, what makes me feel weak.

All of these places inspire me as a writer and as The Train Wreck Poet

I call myself The Train Wreck Poet  because it best describes what I do- I put all of these words together and people- myself included can’t help but to look at the mess at the side of the tracks.

It’s funny, until I sat down and put this piece together I never really thought of the poetry part of my writing routine. It sort of worked it’s way into existence and now I do it.

I should probably take it more seriously but I don’t at the moment.

Now isn’t that something- I sat down and put some pictures together and learned something new about myself.

And I think I’ve found a new way to see the world and myself.

 

Inspired by  Maps of the Heart– An Alluvial Mining Adventure