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

 

Picture This

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There are so many ways to capture and preserve visual memories  that it can be overwhelming and in the end some of us ( like me for example ) find that it’s easier to just stay the course instead of trying to tread water in a Sea of options.

I’ve tried Facebook- though most of what I put on it is influenced by my ” Friends ” in the Facebook Community and not so much who I am as a creative.

I have linked  my WordPress sites to Facebook so  when I publish it shows up on my personal page, so that gets out there. And because I’m not one to literally put all of her eggs in one basket I store photos at Facebook, here in my media files at WordPress and on my computer.

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Three  things that I’ve found to be useful very useful  and  they did take some getting used to were Instagram, Pinterest ( both tied to my websites ) and my Photoshop App on my phone.

My Instagram account is sort of all over the place, but I think I am pretty close to getting it on track to work as a ‘visual’ diary.

All of what I put on Pinterest  visually  does reflect who I am as a writer, which is interesting. It didn’t really start out that way. But if you go through my boards you sort of start to get me as a writer.

What I’ve learned from discovering and using these new tools is that learning something new and working at it on a daily basis is a great confidence builder.

Who can’t use a little of that?

For now- go out there and have some fun and make the world a little more interesting.

I’ll be watching for it!

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While Waiting For Godot Prompt: Preserving Memories

 

 

 

Grave Thoughts in July

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Is anyone down there?

Is anybody home?

Are you dreaming?

Are you asleep?

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I will call  again

softly

with caution

and fear

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Is anybody down there

are you

dreaming

are you

asleep?

Inspired By The Soul Food Café Prompt: Manhole Covers

Created

This is a challenge a friend put to a few friends from a writing group that formed at the Soul Food Café.

The Challenge is called ” Manhole Covers “.

For this part of the challenge I could have just posted the pictures of the covers but I wanted to flesh it out a little.

This is my start, I’d like to add to it so let’s see where it goes this is a multi level challenge so I’m pretty excited about doing it.

I’ve called this answer to part of the challenge 

” Created “

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Do you wonder what’s down there?

Below your feet

in the dark?

 

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Does it know the sound of your voice?

Did it hear what you said that day to yourself

when you thought no one was there

except for you?

 

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Do you think it will break free one day?

Will it see the sign will it follow the path

to you?

Will it be sunny or dark?

I wonder about.

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What will it see when it looks up?

Where will it go?

What will It want?

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Will it be hungry.

I wonder.

How hungry will it be.

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Inspired By The Soul Food Café Prompt: Manhole Covers

Six Doors

These first three doors are familiar doors- traditional, safe, predictable.

You don’t need to guess who or what is on the other side.

One look and the face of someone you know will pop right into your head and you’ll wait patiently ( maybe ) for someone to answer your knock or maybe you’ll just stroll right on in just like I did.

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These  three doors are a little less traditional they were a little harder to find and  they are a little less inviting:

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Maybe you wouldn’t walk through them for any reason, maybe you would never find yourself in the position ask yourself, ” Do I do it? Do I knock and go inside? ”

Maybe you wouldn’t be there with a camera in your hand ( it was October when I took the last three pictures ) just after sunset asking yourself why you were so bewitched by these doors and what you would find on the other side if you just stepped over threshold.

Maybe.

Inspired By The Soul Food Café Prompt: Doors

A Beast At The Feast

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I have nothing to say today, so why do I bother to write?

I’m not feeling inspired today, so why  should I bother to create a painting, a drawing or take a photograph.

I used to let myself take a creative pass until I realized how fast time was moving, that the best days I’ve had finished with me in front of my laptop writing a poem, a story or a post or looking through my camera to see what pictures I took that day.

At the end of the day I might not end up with the best short story in the world or the next great novel but if I can end the day with the thought, ” I created something today ” or ” I read something wonderful today ” then I have fed my Muse,  (  or my Beast  as I call it ) and I know that tomorrow we are going to be able to get closer to that place where the words will come together like magic and we will walk through that forest of words where ideas will explode from the vines  and burst from the trees with their sweet, luscious fruits.

And we will feast on it all.

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Dig Tree Activity #10

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.

 

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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?

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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.

 

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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 . 

 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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