Wordless Wednesday – 06262024

ART – GENERATIVE AI IMAGE – COLOR

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Generated using Stylar AI by Author MK

Late Night Grooves #74

What up? Tonight, we are going to play another classic. You know, that’s pretty much all I play. This time, I’m going to take a turn a bit. It’s still going to be good but a little different from what you are used to hearing on this channel. I’m in a mood today, good, bad, or indifferent, but a mood nonetheless. So, folks, here is a little Funkadelic

There will be no lolligaging … Mister!

Daily writing prompt
How do you waste the most time every day?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I always liked it when MiMi called me Mister. It made me feel grown-up or something. Maybe special would be a better word. However, this excitement was only temporary. For the word Mister meant trouble. It wasn’t like she had every minute planned or anything, but you weren’t going to be sitting on your butt while she was working; no, sir!

So, I wondered how she would feel about sitting around and wondering how I would spend my day. I recently retired and haven’t gotten the hang of these as of yet. I still feel I need to be doing something. I’ve worked since I was 13, so sitting on my butt isn’t how I’m built. So, I suppose I waste most of my time these days figuring out what I will do.

You know, things like, what story am I working on? What kind of image should I create?

AI-Generated with Vivago.AI by author MK

I’m constantly pestered with my choices to the endless questions that arise arbitrarily. For example, “Does that flower look real enough?” Should I grab my camera and go take some photos of real flowers? So, much time and so many different things to do. I would call my brother and ask him about my dilemma, but he isn’t retired yet. He makes a face when my other friend and I mention we are.

If I’m writing …

As I stood in what I now know to be the regions of my mind, the pathways guided me to the stories; vibrant globes were precious memories. I took a step, and I was frisked into a story. The whirl came into focus, and I was upon a horse galloping down a dirt path.

Does this opening have enough punch? I shake my head and go back to playing with images.

AI-Generated with Vivago.AI by author MK

Is she who I envisioned when I created her?

So, you see, I spend most of my time wondering about stuff. Were there female pirates? If so, what did they really look like? Because Hollywood gets everything wrong. As I finish this post, I’ll leave you with MiMi’s immortal words.

“Boy, if you have time to wonder about all that, [pause] Whew! You need a job!”

The Knucklehead Museum

Daily writing prompt
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I haven’t lived a life where someone would dare name something after me. I think it would be a constant reminder of how much I annoyed them with my shenanigans. I’m okay with that, really. However, someone might just a found a museum. I do remember a woman saying to me once, “They ought to establish a museum for folks like you.”

“A museum?” I asked

She nods, “A museum for knuckleheads.”

I laughed and she married me a year later.

Late Night Grooves #73

Howdy folks, tonight on LNG, we will crank it up a little. I’m up late researching an article. My sleep cycle is trashed. Don’t get me started. So, I need a little music that will keep me charged until Slumber whispers that sweet lullaby in my ear. Her voice is so soft and melodic. I wish she came every night, but she is like a seductress, giving me just enough to want more. Since she gonna act like that … here’s a little for ya!


Did you like that slumber, huh? Here’s another for good measure, HA!

Danish heavy metal is nice! Very nice!

Soft Serve

Daily writing prompt
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?

DAILY CHALLENGE RESPONSE

When I think of childhood, I think of soft serve ice cream or the ice cream man.

Late Night Grooves #72

Hey folks, I’m back with another edition of LNG. I know its been a while but I’ve been in another region of my mind and good to be back. I’ve writing all day and it’s good to close the night with a chill classic. It’s hard to believe this track is a classic now, but it is. Tonight’s track is from a band that may be forgotten. However, you hear the track, you’ll remember it. I hope. But, if you haven’t heard this track before perhaps its something you may want to explore later.

Ask me a Real Question

Daily writing prompt
Who is your favorite historical figure?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

When it comes to historical figures, there are too many people to name. That’s just the people we know all about. This doesn’t include the people who conveniently wrote out the annuals of history. I once met a man who worked as an engineer at NASA during the space race. I’ve never heard or read his name anywhere, but he was there. I saw the pictures and remembered the stories. Stories that were confirmed years later in books and motion pictures. But to ask someone about their favorite historical figure? Oh, come on, ask me a real question.

Who decided who is historic anyway? Who makes that determination? I don’t know them, do you know them? You pick up five different history books and have five different accounts of an event or person. Who knows the real truth. However, I love the journey of discovering more information about a person or a topic. There is nothing better for me. Well, until I incorporate that information into one of my stories and sit back, waiting for a local know-it-all to tell me I got my facts wrong. It’s always a pleasure to watch their forehead crinkle and their bunk. Then, they clear their throat to inform me of my error. Followed by this now historical line of conjecture.

“Hmm… this isn’t really historically accurate, but since it’s fiction, I’ll give it a pass.”

Like I give a flying f_ [beep]!


The history taught in schools makes me shudder. I remember asking one of my granddaughters about the history of the computer. Their response “Why does that matter?” I thought I was going to blow a gasket. Neither my children nor grandchildren understood my reaction. Which just increased my fury. They certainly didn’t have a problem. “Peepaw, I need a new laptop.”, “Peepaw, my laptop broke. Can you fix it?” How could something so instrumental to our existence not be taught in schools? They were still teaching Colonial America and the people who shaped it but weren’t teaching about the people who created the instrument they used to teach it.

Ada Lovelace isn’t taught in the history books. If it wasn’t for figuring out that computers could be used for more than calculations, we as a society wouldn’t be where we are now. Lovelace algorithm was built by countless inventors. So when I tell Alexa to play a playlist or ask Siri to set a reminder, perhaps they should have been Ada. Why not? I’m listening to a lecture on physics as I write this post on a pair of Bluetooth headphones. Thank god for Bluetooth; I could never find a pair of headphones with a long enough cord. Well, you can thank Hedy Lamarr for the algorithm. Yep, the beauty queen and movie star from back in the day.

Lamarr co-invented a frequency-hopping torpedo for the Allied forces during WWII, but it was never used. However, Lamarr’s frequency-hopping technology was later used throughout the U.S. military. I had used the tech for years before I knew Lamarr had a hand in its development. I was researching the Olympic games for a post and discovered something interesting. We have heard of Jesse Owens’s legendary exploits during the 1936 Olympics. He won four gold medals during the event and pissed off Hilter for good measure. So, he is always a cool person in history. However, have you heard of Cornelius Johnson?

Cornelius Johnson won the gold medal in the high jump, setting the record. Johnson was 23 years old when he accomplished this feat. Unfortunately, Johnson died in 1946, six months before his 33rd birthday. The United States did a podium sweep that day, meaning the gold, silver, and bronze were won by U.S. athletes. Dave Albritton, silver medalist, and Delos Thurber, bronze medalist, both outlived Johnson but were also left out of the history books.

We are who we are because of history, whether it be good, bad, or ugly. Each known or unknown event has helped you develop, no matter where you form. We need to appreciate what we can and learn from all of it.

Evening Writing Grooves – 06202024

PROSE – STATION BREAK

My editor threatened to quit if I didn’t stop playing around with AI imagery. Normally, I don’t respond well to threats, but in her case, I’d be a good boy and start writing again. So long, lovely people who reside in the splinters of my mind. Well, not really so long, but your visualization will have to wait for a bit. Now, don’t pout. Hey, missy, why are you looking at me in that tone of voice? That goes double for you, mister!

Sorry about that. Can you believe these people? Trying to get out of my head any way they can, the nerve! As I was saying, I’m going to do a little for the next couple of days. Is that alright with you folks?


I hear the fluttering of its wings, my breathing quickens, and my heart begins to pound. My fingers inch their way to my inkwell. My quill and inkwell shun me.

“Come on, now don’t be like that!” I plead

My quill gives me a quick look, but my inkwell is not having any of it. He has been fooled before. I pause for a moment, thinking. Then, it occurs to me.

“Alexa! Oh, Alexa, Prince, please!”

Playing Prince from Spotify playlist “They funky Sh**!” She replies as her blue lights lit the room. I watch the Inkwell begin to groove.

“Don’t hurt yourself, now!” I tease

“Shut up and write!” The Inkwell replies

So, the inkwell, quill, and Sophie continue grooving. I chuckle as I pick up the laptop and begin to do my thing.


Wordless Wednesday – 06192024

ART – AI GENERATED – COLOR

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

The RAM

What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

DAILY CHALLENGE RESPONSE

For whatever reason, AI has something against generating an image of a Dodge Ram, but whatever. I drive an old Dodge Ram that’s 19 years old. She needs some loving, but she still gets me where I need to go. I will start repairs sometime in the next few weeks. Hopefully, if the issues aren’t too severe.

Defense of Poetry

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

To defend poetry effectively, we must first address a fundamental question: what is poetry? Only by answering this can we adequately defend it. My initial observation is that poetry itself requires no defense; it is the expression of poetry that sometimes needs defending. This notion may be provocative to some poets and poetry lovers, but I aim to clarify my point.

Poetry embodies the life we live; it surrounds us in every moment, from the warmth of a smile to the pain of loss. All of this is poetry. Humanity tends to categorize and label things, trying to define them to understand them better. This is a natural part of our daily lives. As we sort things into their rightful places, we find that some things fit effortlessly—poetry is one of those things. To me, poetry is like a butterfly that flutters unpredictably. We chase it, knowing we might never catch it, but the pursuit itself is joyful.

Suppose we do catch the butterfly. We place it in a jar with holes in the lid, displaying it for all to see. We admire its beauty daily, its vibrant colors that lie somewhere between soft and crisp. However, we often forget the most enchanting aspect of the butterfly: its flight. With the wings no longer spreading and the butterfly immobilized, it becomes a lifeless specimen on display—a reflection on a painted wall, devoid of the life that once captivated us.

The challenge arises in the expression of poetry. People start using words like “hate” or even stronger terms because, while they understand the essence of poetry as part of their lived experience, they feel alienated by its formal expressions. Terms like sonnet, haiku, and other forms can make us cringe or shy away, burdened by preconceived notions about what we will read or refuse to read. What we need is poetry—life—written in a way that people can appreciate, understand, and perhaps even come to love.

Thus, poetry doesn’t need defending; it needs to be set free. We should all have the chance to chase butterflies. I know I would love to.

Whispers of the Dark – 06142024

PROSE

A waitress stands outside, grabbing a smoke. She was three pats and a wink away from paying her light bill, but if that red fat-faced fuck touched her one more time, she’d scream.

In the Wee Hours – 06142024

PROSE

Happy Friday,

Let’s pull out a separate piece of paper and develop a crazy character belonging to none of your current projects. Take 30 minutes and just have fun …

Why not? …

Enjoy your day!

Whispers of the Dark – 06132024

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

Who do we become when the lights are out and no one is watching?

Morning Glow

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – THURSDAY INSPIRATION – SHORT FICTION

She sips her coffee, thinking about her first great love—that love she could never talk about—the love that fills her with joy and pain all at once. The joy is knowing what love truly is, not that stuff you read in romance novels or movies. Pain, well, if you know love, you know pain.

There were throwaways—well, that’s what folks called them back then. It meant no one wanted them. She felt that way until she met the woman who changed her life. She also fell in love with a boy who lived with the woman. He was like her, a throwaway. She knew she shouldn’t love him but couldn’t help herself. They spent one night together before he left for the war, and the war took him.

She’ll never forget how she felt the next morning. It felt like she was glowing from the inside. For it was the first day she felt whole.

Six Word Story – 06132024

SIX WORD STORY

Mabel … MABEL … Lawd… Is that??….MABEL!!!

RDP Tuesday – 06112024

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

Her lips told me I was just a fragment of a daydream put to words on a rugged day

In the Wee Hours – 06132024

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

Good Morning …Dawn is coming, and birds chirp a ballad about the people you don’t capture in verse. Those blessed & cursed Those looked upon with disgust. Without question, they fight for us. Tell their story today … its 4am

A Safe Place to Cry

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Though they may never admit it, all a man needs in his mate is a safe place to cry. No tear ever needs to plummet, but the sure fact he can, if desired, means everything.

REBLOG: Armour Cutlery Interview

I first met Dave a few years back at a gun show. My brother was looking for something particular for his collection, and I was just hanging out. We ran into Dave, and he told about his products, and I brought one. I do knives like my brother does guns. A Great guy who makes a solid product. Take a look at his interview.

5 from the Grinder: Dave Armour (Armour Cutlery) https://www.knifemagazine.com/5-from-the-grinder-dave-armour-armour-cutlery/

REBLOG: WordPress.com vs WordPress.org: What’s the Difference?

I wish I had known this information before I started my blog. Though I made the best choice for me and my schedule, there are still things I would have liked to know before making my decision. I find this a very interesting read. Maybe you will as well.

What is the difference between WordPress.com vs. WordPress.org? Learn everything you need to know here.

WordPress.com vs WordPress.org: What’s the Difference?

Wordless Wednesday – 06122024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR – AI GENERATED

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Truthful Tuesday – 06112024

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Here is my response to the PCGuyIV’s Truthful Tuesday

If my editor knew I was responding to this post, I can envision her holding her breath, hoping I didn’t dive right into a full-on uncensored rant about book adaptations. Lord knows, she has endured more than her share over the years. Partly, I can’t seem to understand the cuts or changes they make. It’s like they never actually read the book, not to mention understood the author’s message. Breathe, Mangus, breathe!

1…2…3…4 … 5..0…7…6 [exhales sharply]

Screenwriting was a part of my training as a cinematographer. So, in theory, I understand the necessity of removing portions of the book as long as it doesn’t sacrifice the story. If it can’t be filmed, then it needs to be cut from the script, was the rule of thumb in class. So, I get it. However, there are still times when things just don’t make sense.

In graduate school, we task to adapt a novel into a full length motion picture. Finally, my chance to show these folks how it’s done. I was determined to get this right.

My determined look

Let me explain screenwriting first. This explanation is simple overview, but you get the point. For every page of script, equals one minute of film. Put simply, 2 and half hour movie is a 150 page script. What? Write an 150 pages? That’s nothing! [scoffs].

So, I sat at my desk and pumped myself up with all the necessary bravado one would need on any given occasion.

“I got this!”

“I’ve written all kinds of stuff, please!”

and so on! This is about the time my brothers would look at me, shaking their heads, and uttering in unison, “Jackass!” I often wondered if they were in a barbershop quartet in previous life. The dissonance of their voices blends together harmoniously. Despite their chiding, I would look continue to display “my determined look,” I will not bow to adversity!

My determined look – 6 months later

Yes, my hair grew out and I rearranged my office, but I was still determined to write the masterpiece. A friend called and needed a favor, so I packed my gear and went and shot a short film, then a commercial, and then another short film. Then the pandemic arrived and the world changed. I never finished my masterpiece. Incidentally, I was adapting Ellison’s Invisible Man, which if adapted uncut would equal a 9 1/2 film. Yeah, I was definitely what my brother’s called me for tackling such a major work of literature on my first stab at full length screenplay. There’s a good reason its never been done before. However, I did learn something.

For motion pictures, novellas, short stories, and stuff work great. It is much easier to say closer to the book. Examples, of this working on well are Shawshank Redemption, Inventing the Abbotts, and Stand by Me. Each of these examples were based on shorter fiction. Two of these films are considered classics.

For novels, it’s better to adapt them for television, if sticking close to the source material is a goal. You have the time to tell a more complete story. In other words, you can put some meat on those bones. However, you have to keep in my mind, if you can’t film it, cut it.

Last thing about screenplays. Screenplays, are basically the movie written on paper. It’s the blueprint to the entire project. The cuts, fades in and out, and those things you think about while you are watching a movie are written in the screenplay. Yes, adjustments will be made, but the screenplay is where it all starts.

Now to the question:

Above, I answered the question from the point of view of a writer. Now I will talk to you as a fan. I was fan long before I ever thought about making movies or writing them. As a fan, I chose TV. Over time and throughout the years, they have done a better job with the adaptations. With the improvement of production quality of television programming, further solidifies my opinion.

Some of my favorite adaptations for television are Bosch, Justified, Dublin Murders, and Lincoln Rhyme: The Hunt for Bone Collector. With Bosch we really get to see who Harry Bosch is as a person. The script has made changes, but Michael Connelly has hand in the show so the character integrity is present. Justified is a adaption of Elmore Leonard’s short story “Fire In The Hole.” However, there are several Raylan Givens novels that pulled elements from for the series. Timothy Olyphant’s portrayal of Raylen Givens is excellent. He brings to the screen that you couldn’t write.

In the Bone Collector (TV series), we really for the first time were introduced to the Lincoln Rhyme of the Jeffrey Deaver series. Lincoln Rhyme is a brilliant, exetremely difficult man with tremendous chip on his shoulder. To say, he was bitter about his circumstances is a understatement. We get a hint of Lincoln’s character in the Denzel protrayal, but it shows through in the series with Russell Hornby protraying Lincoln Rhyme.

Most important of about the Bone Collector (TV Series), this is the first time Amelia Sachs appears in a live action role. Now, in the feature film, Angelina Jolie, protrays a character based on Amelia Sachs, whose first name was Amelia, but she wasn’t Amelia Sachs from the books. Arielle Kebbel protrays Amelia Sachs in the series. We witness Sachs battling her own demons while developing a relationship with Rhyme. She challenges him. This is the Amelia Sachs from the novels.

The Juggling Clown Show

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – TTC M#721

Today, I wanted to do something a little different, so I decided to play around with AI. Here is the result I came up with for the challenge.

First, I used a text prompt to generate an image that depicted the three challenge words:

Clown
Crowd
Citrus

A friendly clown in front of a crowd juggling oranges and lemons

Next, I took the above picture and created a video. I wanted to see what would happen. The result is below:

I hope these responses satisfy the challenge. I hope you enjoy them

REBLOG: A Writer’s Path Latest

When I first started seriously considering writing as a career, I found myself in competition with other writers. Ridiculous, huh? What made matters worse was that I didn’t realize this until years later. This post will help you not do that.

Six Word Story – 06102024

PROSE – SILLINESS

Where did you hide the ship?

Mixed Music Bag – Week 23 – Not an Addict

TUNAGE ARTICLE – MMB

Here’s my response to Glyn’s Mixed Music Bag. It’s been awhile since I have participated, so let’s jump right into it. I was stuck in traffic a few years ago, a song on the radio caught my attention. I had never heard before, but it stuck with me. I assumed it was going to be another time where you here a song and don’t hear the artist, but I got lucky. The artist was K’s Choice and the track was Not an Addict

Sarah and Gert Bettens

K’s Choice, a Belgian rock band formed in the early 1990s, has captivated audiences worldwide with their deeply emotional lyrics and haunting melodies. Founded by siblings Sarah and Gert Bettens, the band has navigated the complexities of the music industry with a unique sound that blends rock, folk, and alternative elements.

K’s Choice originated in Antwerp, Belgium, with the Bettens siblings at its core. Their musical journey began in the local music scene, where they quickly gained attention for their distinctive sound and lyrical depth. The band’s breakthrough came with releasing their second album, “Paradise in Me,” in 1995. The album featured the hit single “Not an Addict,” which brought them international recognition. With its powerful lyrics and compelling melody, this song became an anthem for many and solidified K’s Choice as a formidable presence in the alternative rock genre.




It isn’t that kind of day…

What are the most important things needed to live a good life?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Typically, questions like these, I would have some philosophical response intended to make you pause and consider the state of the world. But, it isn’t that kind of day.


Everything I need is right there in that photo. At least that’s how I feel at the moment. Tomorrow’s another story, now isn’t it?

REBLOG: A Writer’s Path – Why Authors Need Continuous Learning

I’ve been saying this for years, but this article gives some advice.

Weekend Writing Prompt # 366

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – PROSE


The sky growled like it was angry, and the clouds began to shift. Then, its tears fell against my window. They call it Stormy Monday.

Beryl Markham – Female Aviator

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY

After being raised by a single mom, I’m fully aware of the capabilities of women. I watched my mother face the challenges of raising an oddball son and never seemed to miss a beat. Even as a child, I wondered why they weren’t listed in the annuals of history. Surely, there had to be tough women like my mother throughout history? Of course, there were. I’m glad we have access to the information about these feats done by these amazing women. Will we be able to list them all or discover all the things women had a hand in? Probably not. However, I will use my platform to celebrate the courage of these women.


Beryl Markham’s life reads like an adventure novel, filled with groundbreaking achievements, thrilling exploits, and a legacy that transcends time. As the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic from east to west, Markham shattered the glass ceiling in aviation. Her memoir, “West with the Night,” offers a mesmerizing account of her experiences in early 20th-century Africa and her daring flights, showcasing her indomitable spirit. This blog post seeks to explore the remarkable journey of Beryl Markham, celebrating her contributions to aviation and literature.

Early Life in Kenya

Born in England in 1902, Beryl Clutterbuck moved to Kenya with her family at a young age, igniting her lifelong love affair with Africa. Growing up on her father’s horse farm, she developed an early passion for horses, which later translated into a pioneering career in horse training. Her fascination with flying began in Kenya, where she met Tom Campbell Black, a notable figure in her aviation journey, fostering her aspiration to take to the skies.

Pioneering Aviation Career

Markham’s aviation career was marked by a series of remarkable achievements. She became the first woman to obtain a commercial pilot’s license in Kenya. In 1936, she made history by flying solo across the Atlantic from east to west, facing harsh weather conditions and navigating by stars. This monumental flight secured her place in aviation history, showcasing her courage and skill as a pilot.

Adventures and Challenges

Markham’s life was replete with adventures that stretched beyond the cockpit. Her personal life, marked by several marriages and notable friendships with prominent figures like Denys Finch Hatton and Karen Blixen, added layers to her already complex character. Despite the challenges she faced, including financial struggles and societal constraints on women of her time, Markham’s resilience never waned, driving her to pursue her passions relentlessly.

Literary Contributions

Though primarily known for her aviation feats, Markham was also an accomplished author. Her memoir West with the Night, published in 1942, was praised for its lyrical prose and vivid descriptions of colonial Africa. Despite its initial lukewarm reception, the book was rediscovered and celebrated in the 1980s, heralded as a masterpiece of 20th-century literature and providing a nuanced perspective on Markham’s extraordinary life.

Legacy and Recognition

Beryl Markham’s legacy is multifaceted, influencing the aviation and literary worlds. Her daring spirit and groundbreaking achievements in aviation paved the way for future generations of female pilots. Meanwhile, her literary contributions offer a unique glimpse into a woman’s life who refused to be defined by the era she lived in. Today, Markham is remembered for her historical flights and as a symbol of courage, resilience, and the pursuit of one’s passions against all odds.

Embarking on this detailed exploration of Beryl Markham’s life will allow us to paint a comprehensive picture of her impact on aviation and literature. Starting with her early life in Kenya, we’ll weave through her many accomplishments, adventures, and the legacy she leaves behind.

Weekend Writing Prompt # 365

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – PROSE


As the sun began to set, the world, usually at 1000 mph, seemed quiet. The hustle and bustle of life, the constant noise, and chatter fade. It was as if the earth had taken a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Then, it repeated it. At that moment, everything was calm; everything was still. It was a moment of perfect pause.

Well, you can call me …

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

When i think of this question it reminds me of this ridiculous scene from back in the day.

If had to change my name … it just wouldn’t be me. I’ve gotten used to my crusty self. I’m frayed around a few edges and plump tattered around the rest. But, I’m me. My creaky bones sound off louder than ever. That’s because I’ve used them. I’ve laughed, cried and fought.

I HAVE LIVED!

Wordless Wednesday – 06052024

PHOTOGRAPHY – A.I. GENERATED

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

A part of a series I’m working on called “Street Scenes”

Tell me your thoughts, please

Cinematic Gold

REFLECTION – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Typically, when comes to film adaptations, we got two categories:

“Oh my god that was horrible! The book is so much better!”

“Can you believe they did that? That’s not in the book!”

The majority of the film adaptation I’ve seen into these categories. I’m a huge Shawshank Redemption fan. I was a fan of the movie, before I knew it was an adaptation. I found it was based on a Stephen King novella, immediately I was turned off. Have you seen some of film adaptations of Stephen King’s stuff? I’m not talking about the recent adaptations or reboots. There were horrible. I’ve read several King books before seeing this film and enjoyed them. However, for some reason, King fell out of favor with me until I read his book about writing. Single malt scotch rained from the heavens, and all was right in the world again. I was back to being a fan.

So, I read Rita Haywood and the Shawshank Redemption, one of four novellas in Different Seasons collection. I fell in love with the movie even more. They did an amazing job with this adaptation. The casting of Morgan Freeman was a stroke of genius. I saw the picture above online somewhere and had to write something about what I could describe as my favorite movie. 30 years can you believe it!

This is just wrong…

Describe your dream chocolate bar.

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

How you gonna ask me a question like this?

Knowing I’m a diabetical … [scoffs] [rocking back and forth … muttering …] Strawberries, peanuts, covered nugget…ZZzzzz

[muttering] got me dreaming and shit … knowing I can’t have none of that goodness … That’s just wrong!

Squeeze Me

Where would you go on a shopping spree?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Shopping Sprees? I’m bold, daring, and a tad bit reckless. Slinging money left and right. Yep, that’s me. Three places I make it rain at. Amazon, local used bookstore, and local used record shop. I know it’s crazy, and I need to contain myself. Yes, I’ve thought about therapy. Perhaps, even joining some sort of support group. You know, stand up there sharing my tales of how I spent my money on a first-edition Poe. Perhaps I tell them about the thingamajig I got on the lighting deal. I saved so much I can’t believe I got it. What a bargain. You know, “that deal” sitting in the junk drawer, and you can’t even know what it is, not to mention why you brought it? Tell this to a perfect stranger? I don’t think so!

But I’ll go anyway because I have nothing to do on Fridays at 6:00 p.m. St. John’s has a lovely meeting room, and they spare no expense on the refreshments. However, the guy who leads the Thursday meeting at St. Agnes has a booming voice and stares at you with penetrating eyes. I find myself sliding down in my chair by the time he’s done. I’m thinking my shopping sprees aren’t diddlysquat compared to him. I’m just a cute little furry kitten.

~Give a me a squeeze~

I Just wanted to Fly

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

When I was five, huh? I just wanted to fly. Then, jump motorcycles, run fast, be GI Joe, be a singer in a Rock & Roll band, and make my Mom proud.

Macro Monday – 06032024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

Killing two birds with one stone. I’m also using this image for Cee’s FOTD

Song Lyric Sunday – King Diamond’s Abigail

TUNAGE – SLS


This post has been over 30 years in the making. Let me explain with a little back story. So, in 1987, a guy I knew in high school suggested three albums. Over a period of several months, this guy and I had drunken conversations about heavy metal. During this time, I knew hardly anything about the genre beyond the typical bands everyone listened to at the time, Van Halen, Motley Crue, and alike. Plus, I had one huge disadvantage. I was Black.

Today, no one gives two shakes about what music you like, but back then, in my region of the world, it was a big deal. I recall getting flack for my taste in music. However, this one guy would come up to me, and we’d rap about metal and drink beer. So, the last album he suggested I buy was King Diamond’s Abigail. He gave me the rundown on how King Diamond used to be with Mercyful Fate and all that. So, I bought the album without reservations because his previous recommendations were solid. In fact, I still listen to those artists.

I put on this album and was immediately thrown. Yeah, I was mindfucked. There was no one there telling me they loved me. No foreplay or heavy petting. Just take this, and you’re gonna like it; I did. Abigail was nothing like any music I had heard before. I sat for hours trying to figure out what I was listening to. All I knew was that I was drawn to it. None of my friends listened to this style of music, so I couldn’t discuss the album. For years, I’ve tried to find someone I could talk to about this album. Either they couldn’t stand King Diamond or never heard of him. I even had people question why a Black guy was listening to heavy metal. Without further ado or hyperbole, I present King Diamond’s Abigail. This entire album is some eerie shit!


Narrative and Concept

“Abigail” is a concept album that tells a gothic horror story set in 1845. The narrative follows a young couple, Jonathan and Miriam La’Fey, who inherit a mansion. Seven mysterious horsemen warn them about a terrible fate awaiting them if they stay in the house. Ignoring the warning, they encounter the spirit of Abigail, a stillborn child whose spirit possesses Miriam, leading to a tragic and gruesome series of events.

The album’s storytelling is a standout feature, with each song advancing the plot while creating a vivid, eerie atmosphere. The lyrics, written by King Diamond, are rich in detail and character development, immersing the listener in the dark tale. Songs like “Arrival,” “The Family Ghost,” and “Black Horsemen” are essential pieces of the narrative puzzle, each contributing to the unfolding horror.

Musical Composition and Style

Musically, “Abigail” blends heavy metal, speed metal, and progressive elements. Its complex arrangements, technical proficiency, and King Diamond’s distinctive falsetto vocals characterize it. The album showcases the exceptional musicianship of the band members: Andy LaRocque and Michael Denner on guitars, Timi Hansen on bass, and Mikkey Dee on drums.

The guitar work on “Abigail” is particularly noteworthy. It features intricate riffs, harmonized solos, and melodic passages, enhancing the album’s dramatic effect. Andy LaRocque and Michael Denner’s dual guitar interplay is a highlight, providing both aggression and melodic depth. Tracks like “A Mansion in Darkness” and “The 7th Day of July 1777” display their technical prowess and ability to convey the album’s ominous mood.

The rhythm section, with Timi Hansen on bass and Mikkey Dee on drums, provides a solid foundation for the album’s intensity. Dee’s drumming is dynamic and precise, adding to the album’s relentless energy, while Hansen’s bass lines add depth and complexity to the compositions.

Thematic Elements and Atmosphere

“Abigail” is steeped in themes of horror, possession, and the supernatural, drawing heavily from gothic fiction and classic horror films. The album’s lyrics are filled with vivid imagery, creating a cinematic experience for the listener. King Diamond’s theatrical vocal techniques, including his famous high-pitched falsetto and menacing growls, bring the characters and story to life.

The atmosphere of “Abigail” is dark and foreboding, achieved through the music and the production. The album was produced by King Diamond and Roberto Falcao, who crafted a sound that balances clarity with a raw, menacing edge. The production emphasizes the album’s dramatic dynamics, from the quiet, suspenseful moments to the explosive, intense sections.

Keyboards and sound effects further enhance the album’s eerie ambiance. These elements are used sparingly but effectively, adding to the overall sense of dread and tension. For instance, the haunting intro of “The Possession” and the chilling conclusion of “Black Horsemen” feature atmospheric sounds that contribute to the storytelling.

Impact and Legacy

“Abigail” is widely regarded as one of the greatest concept albums in metal history and a defining work in King Diamond’s career. Its success helped establish King Diamond as a solo artist and set a high standard for narrative-driven metal albums. The album’s blend of horror themes, theatricality, and musical complexity has influenced countless metal bands and artists.

The impact of “Abigail” extends beyond its initial release. Many metal musicians have cited it as influencing numerous tribute performances and covers. The album’s storytelling approach has also paved the way for other concept albums in metal, encouraging artists to explore ambitious, narrative-driven projects.

King Diamond’s ability to create a cohesive and compelling story through music is a significant achievement, demonstrating the potential of the concept album format. “Abigail” remains a testament to his creativity and vision, showcasing his unique blend of horror and metal in a way that continues to resonate with fans.

Conclusion

“Abigail” by King Diamond is a masterful album that combines intricate storytelling, exceptional musicianship, and a haunting atmosphere to create a landmark in the metal genre. Its gothic horror narrative, driven by King Diamond’s distinctive vocals and the band’s technical prowess, has left an indelible mark on the world of heavy metal. More than three decades after its release, “Abigail” continues to be celebrated as a classic, influencing new generations of metal artists and captivating listeners with its dark, compelling tale.


Lyrics:

Abigail

Song by

King Diamond

Abigail, I know you’re in control of her brain, Abigail
And I know that you’re the one that’s speaking through her, Abigail
Miriam, can you hear me?

I am alive inside your wife
Miriam’s dead, I am her head

I am alive inside your wife
Miriam’s dead, I am her head

Abigail, don’t you think I know what you’ve done, Abigail
I’ll get a priest
He will know how to get her soul back

Oh, Jonathan, this is Miriam
Our time is out
Remember the stairs, the only way

Abigail, nothing I can do but give in, Abigail
Follow me to the crypt
Abigail, you aught to be reborn where you died, Abigail
Jonathan, I agree, yes, I do

I am alive inside your wife
Miriam’s dead, I am her head
Soon I’ll be free

Songwriters: Kim Bendix Petersen.


Thanks, Jim and Di, for coming up and hosting this theme.

Pull up a Seat Photo Challenge 2024 – Week 22

PHOTOGRAPHY – CHALLENGE RESPONSE – PULL UP A SEAT

Here is my response for this week


Grazing in the Grass

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – COSMIC PHOTO CHALLENGE

When I found these photos, I had chucked them up as a loss. There wasn’t anything I was going to use them for. I’m surprised I hadn’t deleted them. Then, this morning I saw this challenge and remembered I had these shots.



It’s In The Eyes

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – ONE WORD SUNDAY

Three

Most of the time, my brothers and I don’t have any problems. We deal with the normal issues in this strange, cryptic thing called life. However, from time to time, an asshat appears out of nowhere. It’s almost like they waiting in the shadows for the precise moment to be a nuisance. It’s quite difficult to avoid asshats because you can recognize them from sight. However, once open their mouths, they are now easily recognizable.

They say things like, “How are guys related?” Or some other variant of dumbness.

The reply…

It’s in the eyes!

Art

Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I came up with potential responses to this prompt. Either would have been fine. However, I spent most of the night and a good part of the wee hours working. As a multi-genre artist, work could mean anything. Well, last night, I worked on character descriptions for my fiction. It’s nothing to conjure up a person and make them do stuff. However, sometimes I don’t have a clear picture of their appearance. If I don’t have a clear idea of how I can expect the reader to have one, so I worked on my descriptions.

I fed these descriptions into AI to see what it would render. First, I had to find an image generator that provided realistic renderings. I wasn’t looking for photo quality or anything, just potential mock-ups of the characters. After hours of tweaking, I don’t care how good your chair is; your body will tell you enough is enough. So, I called it quits and went to bed.

I realized something this morning while I had coffee. I truly enjoyed myself last night, but my realization didn’t stop there. It occurred to me that creating art is my jam. It’s the one simple thing that brings me joy.


Here are a few examples of the concepts I worked on last night

Leroy Grime

Female Private Investigator

Surrogate Daughter (take 1)

Surrogate Daughter (take 2)

None of these renderings are final, but they provide direction as I continue to develop the appearance of these characters.

REBLOG: Jessica’s Kitchen Recipe

For some reason, this recipe sounds good to me. I’ve used several recipes from this lady. She knows what she’s doing. Check out her latest. Here’s the link click here

LastOnTheCard – May

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

I felt good the other day and decided to take a walk at a local park. It was spur of the moment thing, so I didn’t have my Nikon. I whipped my trusty Samsung and started snapping away. Before I knew it, I was looking up at the picturesque sky because I had tripped over the pavers, falling right into a nearby flower bed. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and the entire affair was witnessed. Is it a requirement for someone to witness someone fall to be a fall? Otherwise, a firm denial works. Here is what I got before I bit the dust.

i listened to track as collected myself. A Stevie can do wonders for the soul.

REBLOG: DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE BUFFALO SOLDIERS

DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE BUFFALO SOLDIERS DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE BUFFALO SOLDIERS ❓ The Buffalo Soldiers were African American soldiers who served in …

DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE BUFFALO SOLDIERS

I came across post during my nightly reading. A solid post about an interesting period of American history.

Writer’s Workshop Prompt – 05312024

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION

Here is my response to Writer’s Workshop

The sun through the 4th floor glass felt good, It was partly on my shoulder and partly on my face. It was good to the feel the warmth. I’d been so cold lately. Nothing, I did made me warm enough. Even when AC went out and it was 90’s degrees in the house, I was okay everyone was else, but they kept their complaints out of earshot. I appreciated that.

I’m sitting thinking about the one who got away. The one who was supposed to make things better and all that. I never knew if they really happened or was it something said we believed in publicly, but thought was a crock of shit privately. “The One” worked at Aunt Peg’s candy shop in the local mall. I must have spent hundreds of dollars on soft peppermint sticks that summer.

The neighborhood paperboy loved me. He made a dollar for every trip to the candy shop. You see, I never could muster up enough courage to actually go up to the counter and ask for the candy.

“Do you even like peppermint?” Maynard, the paperboy asked

I didn’t answer. I did my best to give him an evil leer. Although, I don’t think it was working very well.

“Look, if this is all about the girl? She’s right there. Just talk to her.” Maynard took his dollar and left. That was the last day of summer and I never said a word to the girl.

I still eat soft peppermint sticks when I can find them. Those puff balls seem to have cornered the market. Some marketing genius started this whole mess.

Yep, Aunt Peg’s soft peppermint sticks were the best!

REBLOG: A Writer’s Path – 10 Reasons for Authors to Blog.

When I started my blog years ago, I did so because I followed the advice of a trusted advisor. It turned out to be solid advice, but they really never explained why. I didn’t ask my questions either so I can’t deflect any blame. However, in this post below, there are some good reasons with explanations on why authors/writers should blog. Take a minute and read the information.

MLMM Photo Challenge – 05302024

FICTION – PHOTO CHALLENGE RESPONSE

Here is my response to MLMM Photo Challenge

Image credit Sarah Whiley

I surveyed my kingdom and the lush gardens before me from my perch on the railing. There’s a sign by the gate with a picture of me. It says something below it. They call me Stanley. I wonder which one came up with that name. The humans often walked these paths, marveling at the beauty of nature, but none could truly appreciate it as I did. I am the peacock, the jewel of this realm, and my feathers are the crown jewels.

I strut through the gardens daily, tail feathers trailing behind me like a royal train. The sun catches the iridescent blues and greens, making them shimmer like the waters of a hidden lagoon. Today, I decided to take a break and observe my domain from this higher vantage point.

The air was fresh with the scent of blooming flowers, and the trees whispered secrets to each other in the gentle breeze. I watched as a family strolled by, their eyes widening in awe as they noticed me. The little ones pointed and gasped, tugging at their parents’ sleeves to share their discovery. I preened, feeling a surge of pride. Even the youngest humans recognized my magnificence.

Beyond the garden’s edge, the world seemed a distant dream. Within the bounds of my green paradise, life moved peacefully. Birds flitted from tree to tree, and the occasional squirrel scurried past, always keeping a respectful distance. They knew, without a doubt, who reigned here.

The sun began to dip lower in the sky as the day wore on, casting a golden glow over the garden. I could hear the murmurs of the visitors growing softer as they made their way to the exits, reluctant to leave this haven of beauty. Soon, the garden would be mine again, a quiet sanctuary where I could rest and dream of new ways to dazzle my audience come morning.

For now, I stood still, a statue of elegance and grace, soaking in the admiration of those who lingered. I am the peacock, guardian of this garden, and in my feathers, the world sees the magic of nature.

I’m not that Damn Old

Do you remember life before the internet?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

This is sort of a tricky question. It’s tricky because a version of the internet has been around since the 60’s. However, this version of the internet, wasn’t available to the public. To be honest, only the select few even knew of it existence. Now, the version that this prompt is properly referring to became public in late 80’s. I already a working adult, so I remember the beginning of the transition well.

I also remember life prior to this transition. In the age of technical ignorance, things were quite simple, but very time consuming. We did things by hand. In the 80’s we had computers, but we did not have hard drives or cloud storage. Instead of carrying a flash drive in my pocket. I carried a library card, bus pass, and a floppy disk stuffed between the pages of my notebook with my stories in it.

Search Engines

In the pictures below represent what we used for research before the internet. We had ideas scribbled in our notebooks or index cards. We spent hours going through these drawers of cards sorted by subject and author. We would read passages from several books trying to narrow down the subject matter.

We would spend time in these shelves trying to find the perfect passage for your research. It usually ended up learning something that you never intended to learn. Often, it reshaped your entire direction of your research. So much time spent going into the new direction, only to scrape it because it just became too big for the parameters of your paper. Your notebooks are filled with information to be researched another time.

My Uncle taught me a coding system for notes that I still use today. I found an old notebook from high school and it had so many notations on various subjects it was crazy the stuff I researched back then. There were theories in there that were so far off, but there were a few that I wished I had the notebook during developing a few theorems. It would have saved me some time.

Streaming Services & Cloud Storage – YouTube, Netflix, and alike

We went to the movie theater and watched matinee because they were cheaper. Face it everyone was poor as hell back then. Well, at least everyone I knew. We had negatives from the photos we took nearly organized in boxes. No one got hacked and private information wasn’t exposed. At least, not by a stranger on the other side of the world.

We sat at uncomfortable desks watching dudes that talked funny telling us how we supposed to think about what we just read written by a dude that his last breath three centuries prior. We had talking ponies named “Patch” telling us not to take candy from stranger. We passed notes under the desk and scribbled the names of our crushes on our notebooks.

We read actual books until our eyes burned. Bookbags filled with pens, pencils, and erasers. Plastic bags with zippers held our sanity and security. It nothing like your pen running in the middle of drafting a paper. Your hands start to ache, and your stomach is growling. Your nowhere close to being to finding what your were looking for. We expressed our thoughts within the pages of these notebooks. For aspiring writers stories begin to blossom from the words of others. It funny how that happens sometimes.

It’s almost like its a part of the writer’s job is to inspire other writers. I don’t think this thoughtful gift is intentional. I think it happens somewhere in the act of telling the story. Often, I wonder if my work has done this for another writer. Then, I decide it’s not important. It’s not something I need to worry about. It will only get in the way.

There was a certain freedom to writing before the internet. Just you, your thoughts, and your aspirations confined in the binds of the notebook of the time. You hope you have written something people want to read. You hope you wrote something that will make a difference for at least reader, even if that reader is you. Sometimes we write something that absolutely doesn’t belong in the thing we are writing. That sentence that appears out of nowhere, but man you know you have something special. I miss writing before the internet. I miss portions of life before the web.

Yes, I remember life before the internet. I recognize how much it has helped so many people, but I’m cognizant of the fact it has also destroyed so many.

Late Night Grooves #71

Tonight, we are traveling to 1966, as you know the 60’s were filled with amazing music. Suddenly, there is a reemergence of the classics, which is fine by me. I’ve had trouble following modern music since my daughters were young. So, in 1966, there was a fella who came out with a hit entitled “You’re in the Cream of the Crop.” Let’s take a listen, shall we?


(born Roger Lee Craton, 1939 – October 1, 1990)

Lee Rogers, an American R&B singer and songwriter, made a lasting impact on the soul music scene during the 1960s. Born in 1939 in Detroit, Michigan, Rogers was part of the vibrant Motown era, though he found his niche with smaller labels such as Wheelsville and D-Town Records. His music is characterized by smooth vocals, heartfelt lyrics, and a soulful delivery that resonated with audiences of his time.

Rogers is best known for his hits “I Want You to Have Everything” and “Love for a Love,” which showcased his ability to convey deep emotion and connect with listeners. His work often featured lush arrangements and rich instrumentation typical of the classic R&B sound of the era.

Despite not achieving the same level of fame as some of his Motown contemporaries, Rogers’s contributions to R&B have been appreciated by soul music aficionados and collectors. His recordings remain a testament to his talent and the enduring appeal of 1960s soul music.

Lee Rogers’s legacy is one of heartfelt expression and musical craftsmanship, securing his place in the annals of R&B history as a beloved and influential artist.

Wordless Wednesday – 05292024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

It’s Personal

Do you practice religion?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

My relationship with the Master is a personal one. I believe we must coexist with one another.

Afternoon Sky – 05282024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

It was such a gorgeous sky today. So, I played around in PS Express. This is what I came up with this evening

RDP Friday – 03152024

PHOTOGRAPHY – AI GENERATED ART

Here is my response to Ragtag Daily Prompt – Kindness

RDP – Tuesday – 05282024

Here’s my response for Ragtag Daily Prompt

Song Lyric Sunday – Whistling Dixie

TUNAGE – SLS

As a child, I had the hardest time learning to whistle. So, when I saw the theme for this week, I had a nice flashback to that time. Oh yeah, this week’s theme is songs with whistling in them. Thanks to Jim Adams for hosting every week. Here are two of my favorites in this category.

“Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head” by B.J. Thomas

“Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head,” performed by B.J. Thomas, is a classic song that epitomizes the easygoing, optimistic spirit of late 1960s pop music. Written by the legendary songwriting duo Burt Bacharach and Hal David, the song was released in 1969 as part of the soundtrack for the film “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.”

The song’s light, breezy melody, accompanied by Thomas’s warm and soulful vocals, conveys a sense of resilience and cheerfulness despite life’s inevitable challenges. The lyrics, which speak of a carefree attitude in the face of adversity, perfectly complemented the film’s whimsical tone and became an instant hit.

“Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head” topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart in January 1970 and won an Academy Award for Best Original Song. Its enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal, capturing a universal sentiment of maintaining a positive outlook no matter what obstacles come one’s way. The song remains a beloved classic, frequently covered and featured in various media, bringing listeners a sense of joy and optimism worldwide.

Lyrics:

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
And just like the guy
Whose feet are too big for his bed

Nothin’ seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin’
On my head, they keep fallin’

So, I just did me some talkin’ to the sun
And I said, I didn’t like
The way he got things done

Sleepin’ on the job
Those raindrops are fallin’
On my head, they keep fallin’

But there’s one thing I know
The blues they send
To meet me won’t defeat me (aah)
It won’t be long till
Happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean
My eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me ’cause
I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free, nothin’s worryin’ me

It won’t be long till
Happiness steps up to greet me

A raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean
My eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me ’cause
I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free, nothin’s worryin’ me

Songwriters: Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David.


“Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard” by Paul Simon

“Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard” is a lively and infectious song by Paul Simon, released in 1972 on his self-titled solo album. Known for its upbeat tempo and catchy melody, the song showcases Simon’s distinctive storytelling and musical style, blending elements of folk, rock, and Latin rhythms.

The song narrates the adventures of the narrator and his friend Julio, who get into some unspecified trouble “down by the schoolyard.” The playful and somewhat mysterious lyrics have sparked much curiosity and speculation over the years about the nature of their mischief. Despite the ambiguity, the song’s joyful energy and whistling sections create a carefree and nostalgic atmosphere.

“Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard” became one of Simon’s early solo hits. It was celebrated for its unique blend of musical influences and whimsical yet relatable narrative. The song remains a favorite in Paul Simon’s extensive catalog, capturing the essence of youthful exuberance and the timeless appeal of friendship and misadventure.

Lyrics:

Mama pajama rolled out of bed, and she ran to the police station
When the papa found out he began to shout
And he started the investigation
It’s against the law, it was against the law
Oh, what the mama saw, it was against the law

Mama looked down and spit on the ground
Every time my name gets mentioned
The papa say, “Oy, if I get that boy
I’m gonna stick him in the house of detention”

Well, I’m on my way
I don’t know where I’m goin’, I’m on my way
I’m takin’ my time, but I don’t know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard

Whoa, in a couple of days
They come and take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest come to get me released
We was all on the cover of Newsweek

And I’m on my way
I don’t know where I’m goin’, I’m on my way
I’m takin’ my time, but I don’t know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard

Songwriters: Paul Simon.

Coping a Squat

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

Here is my response to Cee’s – CFFC – Indoor Seating challenge

In the Wee Hours – 05262024

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

Sometimes, it seems like we addicts are trying to duplicate the euphoria from the first fix. It may not last more than a moment, but you never forget how it felt and desperately try to regain that feeling. Yet, we become lost in searching for something we were only supposed to experience once. Perhaps we meant to simply capture these moments and stitch them into a quilt of sanctuary our mothers used to make. Each square represents a euphoric memory.

However, it never seems to work out that way. We waste so much time chasing the dragon we eventually feel cheated. We wind up facing ultimatums concerning the things we have unintentionally neglected. We try to rally but end up a headline below the fold or caption scrolling across the bottom screen with the volume on mute.

Is this what has become my life?

Is this the madness I’ve created?

I have faith that my brothers will hold me up until I can stand on my own. The battle against my demons is real. I sit here in the churn of madness, thinking of everything I was supposed to be—a stranger to myself, a shadow of yesterday. On my soul is a tattoo of the ghost of who I used to be. Memories of yesterday fill the present with fear, and a map to nowhere will be upon my face.

Is this what become of my life?

In the madness I created

I pray to God to help me find my strength within.
I pray to God for the patience that day to begin.
I pray to God to help me find myself again.

Find me again

Whispers of the Dark – 05252024

PROSE – REFLECTION

I’ve seen evil. Hell, I’ve been evil. We are so intimate that we can be found slow dancing by candlelight to the melody of the whispering darkness. Can you hear it?

Justice

POETRY – INTROSPECTION

In this moment…
the righteous
simply
wait …

Transgressors
plea their
fate …

Black robed, white wigged beaks
decree…

Which is which

Shattering
Souls …

At the hammer’s fall

Echo…

JUSTICE!

Ode to My Addiction

POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Peering out from under the crevasses of my splintered psyche,
Still riding a euphoric high from about That Night,
Collaborative expressions have put my hypothalamus into overdrive.
My serotonin overflowing

Yeah… swaying to that lyrical grove, high on 1000cc of that poetic shit

Leaning back in my chair
Pulling up my sleeve,
Applying the tourniquet
Tap, tap, tap, and then rub

My vein is ready…

Opening my works, a quill and a hypodermic
I pull back the plunger slowly.
Their ink seeps in

Tap…Tap…tap…
No bubbles …

Just a quick push to fill in the gaps
A squirt, then a single drop oozes…
My mouth salivates in anticipation
So close; it won’t be long now

I feel the cold metal against my skin
A quick prick and a sharp pain,
Slowly, I push the plunger part of the way
The ink is warm as it travels through my bloodstream.

Shadows surround me
As my head spins,
A single drop of drool falls from my shuddering lips
Yes…I feel it in my leg now…

I shake from the chill.
The bathroom floor tile is so cold.
It is as if life is spilling out of me, but the floor is dry
My body feels empty and hollow, like my heart

If I am to live in loneliness
There is no need to live anymore

I push the plunger in a little further…

I am warmth from the sight of the glistening sweat that painted her body
I mimic her labored breathing
The rigidness of her bosom tells the tale
Her crossed legs and popping toes echo the sentiment.

Her body trembles though she cannot see me
But her quivering whimpers
Her flow of nectar
Confirms that I am near

She swallows hard and then gasps.
As I whisper the words she needs,

I push the plunger to the hilt…

Standing in front of a mirror
I wonder who it is before me
Baffled, for I am submerged in silence
Closing my eyes for a moment

Only to open to an image that hasn’t changed
A single tear falls from my swollen eyes
Realizing I didn’t recognize myself,
Knowing I have stripped away my identity,

The single tear is now a stream.
Through my sadness, I find the courage to breathe my name.

Mangus Khan

The Legendary Redd Foxx: A Pioneer of Comedy

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY

Redd Foxx, born John Elroy Sanford on December 9, 1922, in St. Louis, Missouri, was a trailblazing comedian whose influence on American comedy remains unparalleled. Known for his quick wit, distinctive voice, and unapologetically bold humor, Foxx broke barriers and paved the way for future generations of comedians.

Early Life and Career Beginnings

Redd Foxx’s journey to stardom was anything but straightforward. He grew up in poverty, and his early years were marked by hardship and struggle. However, his natural talent for making people laugh became evident early on. He moved to Chicago in the 1940s and began performing in local nightclubs. During this time, he adopted the stage name Redd Foxx, a combination of his nickname “Redd” due to his complexion and admiration for the great baseball player Jimmie Foxx.

The Rise to Fame

Foxx’s big break came in the 1950s when he began recording a series of “party records.” These were risqué, adult-themed comedy albums that were sold under the counter due to their explicit content. Despite—or perhaps because of—their controversial nature, these records gained immense popularity. They showcased Foxx’s raw comedic talent and fearless approach to humor, earning him a dedicated following.

“Sanford and Son”: A Cultural Phenomenon

In 1972, Foxx’s career skyrocketed with the debut of “Sanford and Son,” a sitcom that would cement his status as a comedy legend. The show, produced by Norman Lear, featured Foxx as Fred G. Sanford, a cantankerous junk dealer with a sharp tongue and a heart of gold. “Sanford and Son” was groundbreaking in portraying African American life, blending humor with social commentary.

Redd Foxx with his older brother Fred G. Sanford Jr.

Most of Redd Foxx fans are unaware that his brother’s real name is Fred G. Sanford. Now wonderfully Redd Foxx made sure that the executives for the hit television show Sanford and Son allowed him to name his character so that he could honor the memory of his brother, Fred, who’d died five years before the show premiered.

Legacy and Impact

Redd Foxx’s impact on comedy and popular culture is profound. He was a pioneer in addressing issues of race and social justice through humor, using his platform to challenge stereotypes and advocate for equality. His style of comedy, characterized by its boldness and honesty, influenced countless comedians, including Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, and Chris Rock.

Foxx’s contributions to comedy were recognized with numerous accolades, including an induction into the NAACP Image Awards Hall of Fame. Beyond his professional achievements, he was known for his generosity and willingness to mentor young comedians.

Personal Life and Challenges

Despite his professional success, Foxx’s personal life was marked by financial difficulties and legal troubles. He was known for his lavish lifestyle and generosity, often giving money to friends and family. These habits, coupled with poor financial management, led to several bankruptcies. Yet, through it all, Foxx remained a beloved figure, admired for his resilience and indomitable spirit.

Conclusion

Redd Foxx’s legacy is one of groundbreaking achievements and enduring influence. His fearless approach to comedy and ability to find humor in the most challenging circumstances made him a beloved figure in American culture. As we look back on his life and career, we celebrate Redd Foxx not only as a pioneer of comedy but as a trailblazer who opened doors for future generations of performers. His humor, honesty, and humanity continues to inspire and entertain audiences worldwide.

Random Thought – 05242024

My health has improved, but my writing is struggling for some reason. Just give me a moment. I will come up with something. It may not be my best work, but it will probably do in a pinch. My cat keeps finding new places to nap. I admit I’m jealous because she can plop her butt anywhere and sleep. I’ve been considered a large fellow, so my plopping is limited. This meme sums up my feelings about my writing as of late.

All that Remains

What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

For a long time, I fought for humor, integrity, and truth. I was steadfast in my duty. Then, for a moment, I fought for glory. This was the moment of corruption.

How can this be?

After years of devotion, it only takes a moment to lose everything. Corruption festers, chipping away at who you are.

So today, with each breath, I fight to protect what is most dear …

All that remains of my soul.

There have been many …

What sacrifices have you made in life?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

We all make sacrifices. It’s just a fact of life. Some make more than others, but we all make them. There is one sacrifice that stands out more than others: the moment I sacrificed my innocence. I didn’t know what was happening, but now I understand completely. Now, I mourn the loss of the bliss of ignorance.

Late Night Grooves #69

Tonight on LNG, we are travelling to the 90’s to play a perhaps forgotten band with a powerful and unique sound. I didn’t get turned on them until many years after their emergence. I was immediately pissed, because I felt like I missed a movement. Yeah, I have those moments where I believe something ridiculous. Join me for a little K’s Choice.

But, Of Course

Daily writing prompt
Do you have any collections?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I have several collections of various things that captured my interest over the years. I could go on about my book, music, or my hard drives filled with unsorted data to be used at some unspecified time. No data is bad data. However, I have a collection that may be a tad unusual. To the point of interesting in a peculiar way.

Unintentionally, I began to collect unused journals. There are of various sizes and types. This collection started by accident. One of those collections that just appear, and you don’t realize you started until you do.

If you ask me there something with each of these journals. Either it’s the binding, the paper, the size, or a combination of everything. I’ve actually found a few of these journals that could work in a pinch, but they didn’t work with my pen rotation. Now, I when hear a writer begin discussing pen and paper combinations, they have a became a pretentious dick. I’m fully aware that I fit this category. I’m okay with it. I’ve even this excuse for not writing. Yep, I’m that guy.

However, because of my oddity, I learned how to make own journals. Just when you think it can’t get any worse. I can’t write on anything lighter than 24lbs paper. Don’t let me get started on the proper pen rotation. We don’t have enough time for the rant that ensue from my dissatisfaction of inferior writing instruments of today. I find myself pondering with the following query “why?”

Enough of that, I have another collection I’d like to share this evening. I’ve been painstakingly assembling for decades. It’s my annuals of “Weak Ass Excuses for not Writing.” I assure you it is quite impressive. There are several volumes of horseshit. I thump through from time to time for giggles.

Acceptance

What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I suppose when you reach a certain age, you wonder about trying to make a change or improvement—old dogs and alike. Yet, hopefully, with that age comes a bit of wisdom. I know for years I’ve banged my head against the wall for various reasons, all of them valid at the time. However, looking back, I struggle to find the logic. Over the years, I discovered the simplest strategy.

I need to accept that I cannot control everything. Some life events have nothing to do with me or my actions. Yes, I realize I sound a bit like a narcissist; however, this is not my intent. I’m trying to have an honest moment with myself. Can you at least wait until I finish to call horseshit? Seriously, I’m doing my level best to make a change.

I guess we see how it goes …

Wordless Wednesday – 05222024

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My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Yes, Indeed

Have you ever broken a bone?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

There are a few days when phantom pain causes me to wince. I know it’s from my earlier escapades. I never just broke a bone, I shattered them. Maybe, I should have sat down and lived a normal life? Fuck that

The Right to Vote

Do you vote in political elections?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

As child, I watched the elders of my community banned together and brave the elements for their chance to be heard. I remember the rumbling of the younger generations about elections being rigged and didn’t matter if they voted or not. The elders wouldn’t hear this foolishness. We have sacrificed so much for this right. How dare you belittle our efforts. This stance changed the minds of some, but others continued in protest. However, they did so silently, because no one wanted to incur the wrath of the elders. I listened to stories of separate bathrooms and drinking fountains. They were hard to believe because it was so different from the world I knew. Unfortunately, the injustice remained vigilant. The methods changed, but the theme remained the same. So, I couldn’t wait to do my part. For years, I waited for my chance to vote. I participated in the voting process in all the school elections. I felt it was civic duty to make a choice. Although I had pledged my devotion to the process, I didn’t really understand why the elders were so committed. So, I looked into it at my grandmother’s request. She never wanted us to do something just because everyone else did it. One of her frequent sayings “If someone jumped off a bridge, you gonna jump too?” “You have the right to do whatever you want, but understand what hell you’re doing. Don’t be a dumbass.” As my research continued, I quickly discovered that the level of injustice ran deeper than I initially thought. Now, I vote at most opportunities. I know this wouldn’t be good enough for the elders, but their legacy is intact. I provided a brief overview of the injustice concerning the right to vote.

The Right to Vote: A Cornerstone of Democracy

The right to vote is often hailed as one of the most fundamental aspects of a democratic society. It is the mechanism through which citizens exercise their sovereignty, choose leaders, and shape the laws that govern them. This right, however, has not always been universally accessible. Its evolution has been marked by struggle, activism, and significant legal reforms. Today, as we strive for more inclusive and fair electoral systems, it is crucial to reflect on the history, importance, and contemporary challenges associated with the right to vote.

Historical Evolution of the Right to Vote

The journey toward universal suffrage has been long and arduous. In the early days of democracy, voting rights were typically restricted to a privileged few. In ancient Athens, often cited as the cradle of democracy, only male citizens with property could vote. Women, slaves, and non-property owners were excluded. Similarly, in the early years of the United States, voting was predominantly a right reserved for white, land-owning men.

The first significant wave of expansion in voting rights came in the 19th century with the abolition of property requirements. This change was driven by a growing belief in the principle that all men, regardless of wealth, should have a say in governance. The 15th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, ratified in 1870, marked another crucial milestone by prohibiting denying the right to vote based on race, color, or previous condition of servitude. Despite this amendment, African Americans, particularly in the Southern states, faced discriminatory practices like literacy tests, poll taxes, and violent intimidation aimed at disenfranchising them.

Women’s suffrage was another significant battle in the history of voting rights. The movement gained momentum in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, culminating in the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution in 1920, which granted women the right to vote. This victory was a pivotal moment in the fight for gender equality and marked the beginning of a broader struggle for women’s rights.

In the mid-20th century, the civil rights movement brought renewed focus to the disenfranchisement of African Americans. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 were landmark pieces of legislation that sought to eliminate racial discrimination in voting. These laws prohibited practices like literacy tests and provided federal oversight of voter registration in areas with a history of discriminatory practices.

The Importance of Voting

Voting is more than just a right; it is a powerful tool for enacting change and holding governments accountable. Through the ballot, citizens can influence policy decisions on issues ranging from healthcare and education to climate change and social justice. It is a means of expressing consent and dissent, giving voice to diverse perspectives within a society.

Moreover, voting is a critical component of political legitimacy. Governments derive their authority from the consent of the governed, and regular, free, and fair elections are the primary mechanism through which this consent is gauged. When citizens participate in elections, they validate the democratic process and reinforce the principle that political power is derived from the will of the people.

Voting also plays a vital role in promoting social cohesion and civic engagement. It encourages individuals to become informed about political issues, candidates, and policies. This engagement fosters a more educated and active citizenry, which is essential for the health and vibrancy of a democracy.

Contemporary Challenges

Despite the progress made over the centuries, the right to vote faces numerous challenges in the contemporary era. Voter suppression, electoral fraud, gerrymandering, and disenfranchisement of marginalized groups are issues that continue to undermine the integrity of democratic systems.

  1. Voter Suppression:
    Voter suppression refers to tactics aimed at discouraging or preventing certain groups of people from voting. These tactics can include strict voter ID laws, purging of voter rolls, limited polling places in certain areas, and misinformation campaigns. Such practices disproportionately affect minority communities, the elderly, and low-income individuals, thereby perpetuating social inequalities.
  2. Electoral Fraud:
    While less common than voter suppression, electoral fraud poses a significant threat to the legitimacy of elections. This can take the form of tampering with ballot boxes, falsifying voter registration, or hacking electronic voting systems. Ensuring the security and transparency of the electoral process is essential to maintaining public trust in democratic institutions.
  3. Gerrymandering:
    Gerrymandering involves manipulating electoral district boundaries to favor a particular political party or group. This practice can distort electoral outcomes and undermine the principle of fair representation. Efforts to establish independent redistricting commissions and use algorithmic approaches to drawing district lines are steps toward addressing this issue.
  4. Disenfranchisement of Marginalized Groups:
    In many countries, certain groups of people, such as convicted felons or non-citizen residents, are disenfranchised. While there are arguments for restricting the voting rights of some groups, it is important to balance these considerations with the broader goal of inclusivity and ensuring that all members of society have a voice in the political process.

Strengthening the Right to Vote

To safeguard and strengthen the right to vote, several measures can be implemented:

  1. Voter Education and Outreach:
    Educating citizens about their voting rights and the importance of participating in elections is crucial. Outreach programs can help increase voter registration and turnout, particularly among marginalized communities.
  2. Electoral Reforms:
    Reforms aimed at making the voting process more accessible and secure are essential. This can include measures like automatic voter registration, expanded early voting, and the implementation of robust cybersecurity protocols for electronic voting systems.
  3. Legislative Protections:
    Strengthening legal protections against voter suppression and discrimination is vital. This includes enforcing existing laws and enacting new legislation to address emerging threats to voting rights.
  4. Civic Engagement:
    Encouraging civic engagement through community organizations, grassroots movements, and public forums can empower citizens to take an active role in the democratic process. Civic education should be integrated into school curricula to foster a culture of participation from an early age.

Conclusion

The right to vote is a cornerstone of democracy, embodying the principles of equality, representation, and political participation. While significant progress has been made in expanding and protecting this right, ongoing challenges necessitate continued vigilance and action. By promoting voter education, enacting electoral reforms, and fostering civic engagement, we can ensure that the right to vote remains a powerful and accessible tool for all citizens. As we navigate the complexities of contemporary democracy, the collective effort to uphold and strengthen this fundamental right will be crucial in shaping a just and equitable society.

In the Wee Hours – 05172024

PROSE

One minute, you sleep too long, and the next you can’t sleep at all. I suppose somehow, some way we search for the balance. You haven’t seen it so long you forget it east. I suppose it’s the way things do it. Or else it is just something else to fail at. Just another thing to let you down.

Wordless Wednesday – 05152024

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My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Life before Candy

List your top 5 favorite fruits.

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

When I was a child, candy was truly a treat. Holidays like Easter, Halloween, and Christmas were awesome because we were allowed to eat candy for days. However, the remainder of the time, fruit served as our treat or snack. After wonderful years of sampling different types of fruit, I came up with the following list of favorites.

  • Apples – I enjoy all types of apples, but my favorite is Fuji.
  • Grapes – I destroy a couple pounds of grapes without thinking about it.
  • Mangos – They are just good; what else is there to say about that.
  • Oranges – I like all types of these varieties of this citrus fruit.
  • Peaches – nice and juicy.

I actually have a ten, but the response asked for just five. Although I love my candy and went through a period as an adult where I kept a jar full, now I prefer fruit in a way that is better because I choose it.

Evening Writing Grooves – 05122024

In the evenings, after dinner Motown played in the living room. By far my mother’s favorite artist was Diana Ross & the Supremes. She was mainly a Diana Ross fan, but the Supremes played all the time. Here are some of her favorites




Mom would tell stories about the band as they played on the record player. She knew so much about the group I thought she actually knew them. However, she was just a fan, like I am for so many bands.

Weekend Writing Prompt #363

CHALLENGE PROMPT RESPONSE

In the dimly lit room, an ancient cabinet stood solemnly against the wall. Its wood, dark and glossy, whispered tales of forgotten eras. As the key turned in its lock, a soft sigh escaped, revealing secrets nestled within its heart.

Barbara McNair

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY

Barbara McNair was an American singer, actress, and television personality who impacted the entertainment industry with her multifaceted career. Born on March 4, 1934, in Chicago, Illinois, McNair’s journey into the limelight began with her passion for music, nurtured in the choir of her local church. Her pursuit of an entertainment career led her to study at the American Conservatory of Music in Chicago and, later, the prestigious UCLA.

Early Career and Rise to Fame

Barbara McNair’s career took off in the late 1950s when she started recording for the Coral Records label, releasing a series of singles that showcased her versatile vocal range. However, her move to Motown Records in the mid-1960s catapulted her into the spotlight. McNair’s smooth voice and elegant presence made her a favorite among audiences, and she quickly became known for hits like “You’re Gonna Love My Baby.”

Parallel to her singing career, McNair ventured into acting, demonstrating her talent on both the stage and screen. She made notable appearances on Broadway, including roles in “No Strings” and “The Body Beautiful,” showcasing her ability to captivate audiences beyond her music.

Television and Film Success

In the late 1960s, Barbara McNair made significant strides in television, becoming one of the first African American women to host her own variety show, “The Barbara McNair Show” (1969-1972). The show was groundbreaking, featuring a mix of performances and interviews with celebrities, and broke new ground for African American women in entertainment.

McNair’s film career was equally impressive, with roles in films like “If He Hollers, Let Him Go!” (1968), “They Call Me Mister Tibbs!” (1970), and “The Organization” (1971), where she starred alongside Sidney Poitier. Her performances in these films were praised for their depth and demonstrated her versatility as an actress.

Legacy and Later Years

Barbara McNair was a trailblazer who broke racial barriers in the entertainment industry throughout her career. She used her platform to advocate for civil rights and actively participated in charity work, contributing to the betterment of her community.

In her later years, McNair continued to perform, touring the United States and abroad, and remained a beloved figure in the entertainment world. Barbara McNair passed away on February 4, 2007, but her legacy endures. She is remembered for her contributions to music, television, and film and her pioneering role as a woman of color in the entertainment industry.

Barbara McNair’s journey from a church choir in Chicago to the heights of Hollywood is a testament to her talent, determination, and the barriers she broke down along the way. Her life and career continue to inspire aspiring artists around the world.

Mangus’s Wild Kingdom

Do you ever see wild animals?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Sometimes, it feels like I’m Marlon Perkins from that show Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. It all started when I was invaded by two raccoons, Louie and Smiley. I was visiting my folks, and when I returned, Louie was sitting in my office chair reading the Douay-Rheims version of the bible. Smiley came out of the kitchen with a loaf of bread and a pack of cheese. He didn’t notice me at first.

“Louie! I’ve found the mother lode.” Smiley exclaimed, then went chewing on a slice of bread.

“Shut up, Smiley.” Louie warned, then he looked up and saw me standing there.

“Louie! He’s back! He’s back!”

Louie dropped the bible, and they scurried off past and out the door. I sat at my desk and examined my bible. I was expecting tiny paw prints on the pages, but surprisingly they were clean. However, throughout my kitchen there were paw prints everywhere. I went out to the porch, but there was no sign of the raccoons.

Frequently, I see rabbits, raccoons, and opossums on my property, but they never stay and visit. They see me and run off. I wonder if I’m as nice as I think I am.

CFFC – 05082024

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My response to Cee’s CMMC – Macro Close up

I enjoy taking two types of photos more than any other composition; candids and close-ups. In these photos are close-ups of a project my brother worked on last fall. He was working on a fuel tank for a motorcycle. I kept getting in the way of photographing the entire process. I complained about not being able to catch the shot I wanted. Sometimes, you get lucky a find something you weren’t looking for.

The Road to Nowhere

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My response to CWWC – Signs

I love to drive. It is one of the most relaxing things for me. However, I usually can’t take pictures of what I see while on the road. Here are a few I was able to catch.

Wordless Wednesday – 05082024

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My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Macro Monday – 05062024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

One of things I enjoy about photography is the ability to make the mundane into something interesting. Well, it works out that way sometimes. I compare it writing. Sometimes you just can’t get a sentence the way you want. Or you write this complicated sentence when a simple will do just fine.

So, this is what I come with for today…

Top of a toolbox

I was walking into an office and saw this toolbox. Nothing about it is unique. I’ve owned several of the years. However, that day I just stopped snapped a photo. I wondered what I would do with it. I’m sure I’m not finished with it either. Well, at least I don’t think so.

As I look at this picture, I’m drawn to the symmetry of the pattern and the surface’s texture. I also notice a slight reflection of the adjacent building I hadn’t noticed before. At any rate, to me, what I’m seeing just illustrates the point I’m trying to make.

~Have a wonderful day ~