PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
Here is my response to Cee’s – CFFC – Indoor Seating challenge
Coping a Squat
Author: Mangus Khan
Weekend Sky – 05262024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
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.
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.
But, Of Course
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
Macro Monday – 05202024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
Weekend Sky – 05192024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
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.
- 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. - 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. - 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. - 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:
- 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. - 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. - 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. - 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
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
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
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
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
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
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…
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 ~
In the Wee Hours – Graphics – 05052024
AI GENERATED ART
Insomnia has a hold on me, so I decided to play around with image generation. I used the text from the post In the Wee Hours and it generated the following images. I enjoyed difference within each image, but the general concept is the same.
Never on Purpose or Fun
Have you ever been camping?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I’ve spent a great deal of time in the woods, sleeping under the stars and even being chased by a family of wild boars, so the idea of going back to the woods for “fun” didn’t really appeal to me. However, I’m aware of oodles of fun had at the campfire, smores, and the guy serenading some girl while playing a single chord on his guitar. I’m so sorry that I missed that; not really!
In the Wee Hours – 05052024
PROSE
We mustn’t get lost in its despair, we mustn’t be swallowed before the pain, and we must be careful not to be cut by beauty’s dual edge. But is that even possible? How can we embrace beauty without becoming its victim, without becoming its prey?
In the Wee Hours – 05022024
PROSE
I’m beginning to get used to it. It’s almost like it’s second nature or something. Each day is not much different than the last; each day we are closer to being engulfed by the evil charms of its subtle beauty; bright pale blue lore is deceiving; it masks the wickedness that lurks neath its smiles: we are bitten by its breath
Quote of the Day – 05012024
Last on the Card – 05012024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
I haven’t been taking many photos for the last few months. However, last month, I snapped a couple of decent images. They aren’t my best work but call it me working my way back into it.
Wordless Wednesday – 05012024
PHOTOGRAPHY – MONOCHROME
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.
I love this challenge. Although, I probably have never done it correctly. I find it challenging to find a photo that truly speaks for itself. However, each week, I attempt to discover the undiscovered.
Poem of the Day – 04302024
She Was a Phantom of Delight
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
Poem of the Day – 04292024
A cicada shell by Matsuo Basho
a cicada shell
it sang itself
utterly away
Song Lyric Sunday – The Ohio Players – 04/14/2024
TUNAGE – SLS
I got excited when I saw the prompt for this post. There are so many songs I love that fit the category. I could go on a rant about these songs, but I will behave. Tonight, I will just provide five of my favorites in this category.
2. Disco Inferno – The Trammps (1976)
3. The Roof is on Fire – Rock Master Scott & The Dynamic Three (1984)
4. Beds are Burning – Midnight Oil (1987)
5. Fire Woman – The Cult (1989)
My all-time favorite song is none other than The Ohio Players. I remember sitting in front of my mother’s HiFi, flipping through records. I found this album cover and was mesmerized by it. I listened to this as much as I could. I never understood the meaning of the song until much later in life. Even today, I still enjoy the funk sound of this track. This track was recorded in 1974. Fire reached No. 10 on the disco/dance chart.
Lyrics:
Hey, now, huh-huh
Hey, hey, hey, no, (Ow, now)
Hey, now, huh-huh
Hey, hey, hey, no
Fire (Uh) Fire (Its all about) Fire (Woo, woo, woo)
Fire
The way you walk and talk really sets me off
To a fuller love, child, yes, it does, uh
The way you squeeze and tease, knocks to me my knees
Cause Im smokin’ baby, baby
The way you swerve and curve, really wrecks my nerves
And Im so excited, child, woo, woo
The way you push, push lets me know that you’re good
Oh, yeah
Fire (What I said, child, ow)
Fire (Uh-huh)
Got me burnin’ burnin’ burnin’
Ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh
Burnin’, burnin’ baby
Oh, baby
When you shake what you got, and girl, you’ve got a lot
You’re really somethin’ child, yes, you are
When you’re hot you’re hot, you really shoot your shot
You’re dyn-o-mite, child, yeah
Well, I can tell by your game, you’re gonna start a flame
Love, baby, baby
I’m not gon’ choke from the smoke, got me tightenin’ up my stroke
Do you feel it, girl, yeah
Songwriters: Clarence Satchell, Marshall Jones, Leroy Bonner, Willie Beck, James L. Williams, Marvin Pierce, Ralph Middlebrooks. For non-commercial use only.
Thank you, Jim, for hosting this challenge. Thank you, Nancy, for suggesting this wonderful theme.
Poem of the Day – 04282024
Ode on the Spring BY THOMAS GRAY
Lo! where the rosy-bosom’d Hours,
Fair Venus’ train appear,
Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat,
Responsive to the cuckoo’s note,
The untaught harmony of spring:
While whisp’ring pleasure as they fly,
Cool zephyrs thro’ the clear blue sky
Their gather’d fragrance fling.
Where’er the oak’s thick branches stretch
A broader, browner shade;
Where’er the rude and moss-grown beech
O’er-canopies the glade,
Beside some water’s rushy brink
With me the Muse shall sit, and think
(At ease reclin’d in rustic state)
How vain the ardour of the crowd,
How low, how little are the proud,
How indigent the great!
Still is the toiling hand of Care:
The panting herds repose:
Yet hark, how thro’ the peopled air
The busy murmur glows!
The insect youth are on the wing,
Eager to taste the honied spring,
And float amid the liquid noon:
Some lightly o’er the current skim,
Some show their gaily-gilded trim
Quick-glancing to the sun.
To Contemplation’s sober eye
Such is the race of man:
And they that creep, and they that fly,
Shall end where they began.
Alike the busy and the gay
But flutter thro’ life’s little day,
In fortune’s varying colours drest:
Brush’d by the hand of rough Mischance,
Or chill’d by age, their airy dance
They leave, in dust to rest.
Methinks I hear in accents low
The sportive kind reply:
Poor moralist! and what art thou?
A solitary fly!
Thy joys no glitt’ring female meets,
No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,
No painted plumage to display:
On hasty wings thy youth is flown;
Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone—
We frolic, while ’tis May.
Song Lyric Sunday – The Time
TUNAGE – SLS
When I think about songs with cold in the title, two come to mind immediately: Foreigner’s “Cold as Ice” and Rainbow’s “Stone Cold.“ However, I decided to take things in a different direction for this post. I wanted a track I always considered fun. One of my favorite bands is none other than The Time and their track Ice Cream Castles. Which was the title track from that album.
“Ice Cream Castles” is a funky and playful song by The Time, released in 1984. The track stands out with its whimsical lyrics and a groovy melody that captures the essence of 80s funk and R&B. The song, produced by Prince, features a blend of catchy guitar riffs, vibrant synthesizers, and smooth vocals, creating a lighthearted and danceable vibe. It encapsulates a dreamy, surreal aesthetic, much like the imagery suggested by its title, offering listeners a musical escape into a fantastical world of rhythm and style.
Here are the lyrics:
We are young, we are free on earth together. Let’s fall in love.
You are fine, you are white, I am of color. Let’s fall in love.
Ice cream castles in the summertime.
Ice cream castles in the summer.
I want you, you want me, we want each other. Is that so wrong?
It’s raining. Mad sisters, why can’t they realize, that it won’t be long?
We’re all ice cream castles in the summertime.
Ice cream castles in the summer.
Let’s do something soon.
We are young, we are free. Let’s come together before the end.
I am blue, you are too, what could be better? Let’s make friends.
We’re all ice cream castles in the summertime.
Ice cream castles in the summertime.
We’re all ice cream castles in the sun.
Ice cream castles when we fall.
Ice cream castles in the summertime.
Summertime, summertime, summertime.
Is that what you need?
White girls, black girls, orientals, Jamaican?
Ice cream castles in the summertime.
We’re all ice cream castles in the sun.
Ice cream castles when we fall.
Ice cream castles in the summertime.
Summertime.
White girls, black girls, orientals, jamaican.
I want you, you want me, we want each other.
White girls, black girls.
We are young, we are free on earth together.
Let’s do something, let’s do something soon.
We are young, we are free. Let’s come together.
Thanks, Jim, for hosting, and Nancy, for suggesting this one was fun.
Poem of the Day – 04272024
homage to my hips BY LUCILLE CLIFTON
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!
Personal Reflection:
When I first heard this poem, it was on audio. It was so different from What I thought poetry was supposed to be. While in school, we had Frost, Whitman, and others shoved down our throats. Though I had grown to appreciate the classics, I definitely had a bad taste in my mouth when it came to poetry. I discovered the beauty and complexity of poetry. Thank you, Lucille Clifton and the many other poets in my library.
The Little Things
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
It’s easy to be affected by the major events of our lives. We can point back to them, like time travelers, and recall exactly what happened and how it affected us. However, I’ve lived long enough to realize it’s the little things that mean so much. We can rage into anger, burst into laughter, or be moved to tears at the slightest thing. It doesn’t make sense in the scheme of things.
Over the last several months, I’ve been battling the ups and downs of my illness. The healthcare professionals are expected to take good care of you. For the most part, I’ve been blessed with the care I have received. However, there are times when the professional will do a small thing without being prompted, and that just blows your mind and is greatly appreciated.
Yeah, the major events are easy to remember, but the little things shape us.
I’m a Man of few words
What topics do you like to discuss?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I find this a bit difficult since I go days without uttering a single word. There’s something about the serenity of silence that soothes me, and most times, I’m not willing to compromise my serenity for the sake of prattle. I have found that my fondness for silence makes people around me unnerved. Nervous people make me irksome. I don’t do irksome. However, I do enjoy a meaningful and civil conversation on the following topics.
Writing – I love to talk about writing. It’s interesting to hear the different approaches my contemporaries take to express their thoughts. If I lucky, they may be a novice writer among the group. To hear the frustration of trying to find the end of their tale. Not to mention, the excitement of finishing a draft of something they are proud of.
Music—I’d say music was my first love. Lyrics served as a spell that enthralled me in this spooky art of writing. The need to convey an emotion, discuss a topic, or simply groove you. I can’t get enough of it. I especially enjoy the different music challenges on WordPress. It’s like I get to geek out and not be judged. Music is a fusion of so many aspects of creativity; it’s breathtaking.
Nonsense – There is something to be said about bullshitting with your buddies. I can’t express the number of times chopping it up has been cathartic.
Song Lyric Sunday – Gladys Knight
TUNAGE – SLS
This week’s challenge is a particular favorite of mine. I’m a bit of a soundtrack junkie, so I can ramble all day about the different tracks written for motion pictures. However, I’ll try my best to contain my urge to go into a full rant about this week’s challenge.
I’m a huge fan of the James Bond movies. Yes, the best James Bond was Sean Connery, that’s right, I said it. We all know that the Bond films are known for their theme songs and the Bond Girls. Sorry, I digress, I’m a little taken back by my favorite Bond theme song is for Licence To Kill, which featured Timothy Dalton as 007. I still trying to figure out how that happened. I’m confused because we saw his role in Flash Gordon, whose soundtrack was done by Queen.
The theme song for this film was sung by vocal legend Gladys Knight. It’s definitely one of my favorite songs of all time. The power and passion she brings to this song; I don’t have the words. The track was released in May 1989. This track is another example of the power of the music of the decade.
Lyrics
“Licence To Kill”
Ooooh
Ah-aaah
I need, I need, I’ve got to hold on to your love
Ooooh
Hey baby, thought you were the one who tried to run away
Ohh, baby, wasn’t I the one who made you want to stay?
Please don’t bet that you’ll ever escape me
Once I get my sights on you
I Got a licence to kill (to kill)
And you know I’m going straight for your heart
(Got a licence to kill)
Got a licence to kill (to kill)
Anyone who tries to tear us apart
(Got a licence to kill)
Licence to kill
Hey baby, think you need a friend to stand here by your side?
Yes you do (your side)
Ohh, baby, now you can depend on me to make things right (things right)
Please don’t bet that you’ll ever escape me
Once I get my sights on you
[2x:]
I Got a licence to kill (to kill)
And you know I’m going straight for your heart
(Got a licence to kill)
Got a licence to kill (to kill)
Anyone who tries to tear us apart
(Got a licence to kill)
Licence to kill
Say that somebody tries to make a move on you
In the blink of an eye, I’ll be there too
And they’d better know why I’m gonna make them pay
Till their dying day
Till their dying day
Till their dying day
[2x:]
Got a licence to kill (to kill)
And you know I’m going straight for your heart
(Got a licence to kill)
Got a licence to kill (to kill)
Anyone who tries to tear us apart
(Got a licence to kill)
Licence to kill
Gotta hold onto your loving
Licence to kill
Ooohooo!
Kill
Thanks Jim and Nancy
Poem of the Day – 04252024
A Tear And A Smile by Khalil Gibran
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracing her longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and are a cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty—-to God.
Late Night Grooves #61
Tonight on LNG, we are going to the basics. Back to a time before we had to make accuses for ourselves. We didn’t really know who we were. Music played a large part in the development of our identity. There were so many genres during that time. Music spoke to us, it pulled us out of the dark, it brought joy to parts of us that didn’t even existed. For some of us, it took us a long time that to discover who we truly were meant to be. Cyndi Lauper’s True Colors meant a great deal to me back then, it still means a great now.
Poem of the Day – 04232024
Mother to Son by Langston Hughes
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
RDP Friday – 04122024
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – RDP WING
Each word, each verse, or each sentence we write. Is an attempt to learn to fly.
Six Word Story & RDP Saturday – 04132024
REBLOG: A Writer’s Path Article
I definitely agree with this article. My inner critic has kept me in the shadows for many years when it came to releasing my fiction. I find the article to be full of solid advice.
RDP Wednesday – Doodle
CHALLENGE RESPONSE
Every time I write a story, it’s like doodling in my mind.
Wordless Wednesday – 04172024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
Late Night Grooves #60
Tonight on LNG, we are featuring a classic track known by many. I remember singing along with this track.
Poem of the Day – 04142024
Introduction to Poetry BY BILLY COLLINS
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
Chilling
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
It’s simple I’d be doing this … depicted below.
Late Night Grooves #59
I typically don’t take requests on the tracks I post, but tonight on LNG, I’m going to make exception a play a little Elvis. Though, I appreciate Elvis’s contribution to music, I never really been a huge fan of his music. However, I have watched most of those corny movies his several times. I enjoyed them too.
Our #1 Obsession
What’s something most people don’t understand?
I can’t remember a conversation where money wasn’t mentioned at least once. The most common complaint is that they don’t have enough to get by. In several cases, financial challenes are real and can be overwheleming. The general consesus is that problems will be answered if we had enough money to resolve them. I can’t say I haven’t felt this way myself. I beleive in the ideal, if work hard and take care of money a person will be just fine. However, we know this ideal doesn’t always workout this way. We know or heard of people working hard their entire lives and don’t have the resources to be buried.
Due to situations such of this, we turn to financial experts to try find way to stay above water. We understand the necessity of money, but we don’t have a firm understanding on how to utilize the income we do have. Television commercials constantly bombard us with different ways to improve our financial status. Reverse mortgages, debt relief, and debt consolidation loans all offer us different avenues to address out issues. Yet, the question becomes; what’s is legitimate, and which one are scams.
As we continue to struggle, materialism has become the standard. We justify our purchases one or another. We figure out how to make ends meet or how to survive until the next paycheck. I have discussed financial issues with people in several socioeconomic classes and their struggles are very similar.
The following website offers a vast amount of information concerning financial literacy.
Consumer Financial Protection Bureau is a free resource that could provide the information you have been searching for to assist you in achieving your financial goals.
Here are some of my favorite tracks the deal with money.
Wordless Wednesday – 04102024
Personality
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
DAILY PROMPT CHALLENGE
In the discussion of what makes a person unique, it’s a short one. However -, the forced subtopics or categories lengthen the discussion and become a slow grind. The answer is simple. An individual’s personality sets them apart from everyone else. I concede there are aspects about individuals we need to include, but really it isn’t necessary.
The Friendly Skies
Late Night Grooves #58
Tonight on LNG, we slip back into 1984 and feature another dancefloor classic
Wordless Wednesday – 04032024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
Star Gazer
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – MOONWASHED MUSING’S – STAR-FLECKED
He was enchanted by a woman whose eyes mirrored the night sky—dotted with constellations and shimmering with the light of distant stars. The kind of eyes depicted in storybooks and legend. Each glance into her eyes he fell deeper into their boundless and mesmerizing sea. He was powerless and that was okay. The specks of light slow danced with hope and mystique, a testament to the mysteries and beauties of fantasy. Her gaze was the key to stories untold, worlds unexplored, and the promise of adventure.
“Harold, are you going stand there gawking, my god boy! Close your mouth before you let flies in!”
Harold face redden, “Yes Nanna.”
“Give her the coupons.” Nanna continued. Harold’s embarrassment deepened. He makes eye contact again and her face reddened as well. She is smiling shyly.
“HI! I’m Lucy”
Songs Sung Offkey
What was the last thing you did for play or fun?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
A couple of months back a few co workers had this hair brain scheme to go a local watering hole to I don’t know, hang out? or some just as an annoying social construct. So, under protest, I showed up. To my dismay, I enjoyed myself.
I think it was the willingness of the participants to engage in karaoke. I sat and listened to beloved songs from my childhood butchered unapologetically. It was as if they walked into my memories and randomly snatched out a cut.
It reminds me of public version of singing the shower. You sing your beloved song and don’t give damn. This is the fun part. After returning home, I sat laughing and jotted down a few tracks that fall into the parameters. Here’s my short list
- My Girl – The Temptations
- Louie, Louie – The Kingsmen
- Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch – The Four Tops
- Brick House – The Commodores
- Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison
I find most of these songs you only really know the chorus. You mumble your way through the verses and when the chorus you let it rip. If with friends this is the part where eyes closed, drinks hoisted, and heads ended up on shoulders while that songs sung off key beget another cherished memory
I Hate Change
How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
In many ways I viewed the quarantine as a god send. Let me be clear, I wished anything harmful on anyone, but I was dealing with emotionally issues and wanted to be alone. So I was. I encrypted everything and basically dropped on the face of the earth smack in the middle of town. Most of my provisions were stocked, except for fresh vegetables. I brought them fresh every couple of days, then I had to switch to frozen vegetables.
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Due to this development, I was absolutely convinced the world was ending. No, I hadn’t completely flipped my lid. I spent several decades eating my meals out of pouches and cans, so idea of returning back to lifestyle was horrendous.
How have I adjusted ?
I’ve haven’t really, but I’ve made a few concessions in the following areas.
– I no longer expect 2 – Day shipping from Amazon
– My butcher is my homey and I get the best cuts.
– I started in herb and vegetable garden.
My soils sucks and nothing grows well enough to eat. Back to frozen
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Willow Creek
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – RDP SUNDAY – FICTION
Mabel McGee lived in the quiet town of Willow Creek in a quaint cottage that seemed to hold more memories than objects. To the townsfolk, she was known as the elderly woman with a penchant for mixing up dates and events, often speaking of historical happenings as if she’d lived through them herself. Some whispered about dementia, others about a life too lonely. But little did they know, Mabel’s supposed confusion was not a symptom of her age but rather a consequence of her extraordinary past as a retired time traveler.
Mabel’s journey began in 2045 in a world where time travel was possible and regulated by a strict code. She was one of the elite, a ChronoNavigator tasked with maintaining the integrity of the timeline. Her missions had taken her from the bustling streets of ancient Rome to the futuristic landscapes of the 22nd century, each adventure embedding itself into the fabric of her being.
As the years passed, the toll of her travels grew heavier. The lines between times began to blur, not just in her mind but in her heart. Mabel realized that she yearned for something the vast expanse of time could not give her—a place to call home. And so, she chose to retire in the one era that had always felt like a balm to her soul—the early 21st century.
The townsfolk of Willow Creek knew none of this. To them, Mabel was the eccentric old woman who lived alone, her house filled with strange artifacts and her conversation sprinkled with anachronisms. Children dared each other to peek through her windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of her rumored collection of “antiques” that seemed too out of place, even for a collector. They didn’t realize that each piece in Mabel’s home was a memento from her travels—a Roman coin, a futuristic gadget that no longer worked in this timeline, a painting from an artist who wouldn’t be born for centuries. And the stories she told, dismissed as confused ramblings, were indeed true accounts of historical events she had witnessed firsthand.
One day, a new family moved into Willow Creek, and with them came young Ellie, a curious and bright girl with an insatiable appetite for stories. Unlike the others, Ellie found herself enchanted by Mabel’s tales. She listened, wide-eyed, as Mabel spoke of walking with dinosaurs, witnessing the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and even attending a speech by a future president yet to be elected.
Over time, the seasoned time traveler and the young girl formed a unique friendship. Mabel saw in Ellie a kindred spirit who understood the value of time not by its weight but by its wonders. For Ellie, Mabel was the gateway to a world far beyond the confines of Willow Creek—a world where anything was possible. As their bond deepened, Mabel decided to change Ellie’s life forever. She decided to share her greatest secret, the time device that had been dormant for years. Together, they embarked on a journey that spanned centuries, a final adventure for Mabel and the beginning of a lifetime of wonders for Ellie
In the end, Mabel McGee’s legacy in Willow Creek was not that of a confused old woman but of a mentor who opened the door to the universe for a young girl. As for the townsfolk, they would never look at their world the same way again, always wondering if the stranger passing through was just a visitor or a traveler from another time, inspired by the tales of Mabel McGee, the retired ChronoNavigator who found her home not in time, but in the hearts of those she touched.
Shutter Wars: Two Cameras and a Squirrel
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION – RDP SATURDAY
In the heart of an attic, amidst a treasure trove of forgotten gadgets, an argument of epochal proportions was unfolding. Oliver, an old, venerable camera with a penchant for nostalgia, found himself at odds with Dexter, a high-tech digital camera with more settings than a spaceship.
“Back in my day, we captured the essence of life, one click at a time,” Oliver boasted, his lens gleaming under the dim attic light.
“Pfft, the essence of life? I can capture, edit, and share a photo before you even figure out your aperture,” Dexter retorted, his LED screen flashing in disdain.
The debate might have ended there if a cheeky squirrel had not chosen that moment to dart across the attic floor, pausing only to strike a pose.
A light bulb flickered to life above Oliver’s viewfinder. “I propose a challenge! Let’s see who can take the best photo of that squirrel,” he declared, adjusting his focus.
Dexter beeped in amusement. “You’re on, grandpa. Prepare to be pixelated.”
Oliver took his time, calculating the light, adjusting his focus, and waiting… waiting for the moment when the squirrel, enticed by a nut left on the windowsill, struck a majestic pose. Click. The sound resonated through the attic, capturing a moment in time.
Meanwhile, Dexter, with the efficiency of a modern marvel, snapped approximately 47 photos in burst mode, applied a “Squirrel-Enhance” filter, and even photoshopped a tiny superhero cape onto the squirrel in one of the shots. “Done. And I’ve already shared it on SquirrelGram,” Dexter announced triumphantly.
They turned to the attic’s old computer to judge their work. Oliver’s photo was a masterpiece of timing and light, showcasing the squirrel in a moment of serene beauty. The soft lighting gave it an almost ethereal quality.
Dexter’s photos were sharp, vivid, and varied, with the superhero squirrel garnering a particular chuckle. “Look at that! It’s going viral among the attic spiders,” Dexter bragged.
Just then, the squirrel, having completed its snack, scampered over to see what all the fuss was about. It peered at the screen, then at the two competitors. With a decisive nod, it grabbed a forgotten paintbrush with its tiny paws. It dashed off a squirrelly masterpiece on a piece of scrap paper: Oliver and Dexter, lenses crossed in friendship, capturing the squirrel in a heroic pose.
The two cameras, old and new, realized that the best photos come from seeing the world through each other’s lenses. They laughed, a sound of mechanical clicks and digital beeps, united in their newfound friendship and respect for each other’s techniques.
As the sun set, casting a golden hue over the attic, Oliver and Dexter understood that photography isn’t just about the camera—it’s about the vision, the moment, and sometimes, a squirrel with a flair for the dramatic.
And so, amidst the dust and memories, two cameras from different generations found common ground, proving once and for all that when it comes to capturing life’s beautiful moments, the best approach is a shared one. As for the squirrel, it became an honorary member of their photographic adventures, always ready for its next close-up—cape and all.
These aren’t the Droids you’re looking for…
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
As a kid, I was obsessed with moving things with my mind. Yeah, I was the kid who laid the pencil on his desk, staring at it, trying to make it move. Of course, it never happened. Then, I got the idea that perhaps my powers would emerge later. Later, I researched superpowers and discovered that the power I wanted was telekinesis and extrasensory perception.
But before I did my research, I watched every movie that featured people with these powers. Everything I saw focused on the darkness of the abilities. Films like The Fury (1978) made the idea of having these powers spooky. Check this out:
We also had Sci-Fi horror flicks like Scanners (1981). Here is a scene from that movie.
Who can forget the psycho-thriller Patrick (1978)? Take a look
After watching movies like these, who wants telekinesis? Then, one day, I had a discussion with fellow film buffs about the pros and cons of telekinesis. We were teenagers, and this discussion was the first of what we considered a”deep” discussion. We were on the verge of deciding telekinesis wasn’t an ability we wanted. Then, one of the girlfriends announced that we were idiots. She couldn’t believe we hadn’t considered “The Force” in our examples of telekinesis. Her comment stopped us all in our tracks. We had never considered the Force as telekinesis. She said, “Our lack of faith was disturbing.”
I don’t know why we never considered The Force. Perhaps it seems to be something much more powerful than everyday telekinesis. I can’t really explain what I felt then, but “the Force” was so much more to me. Perhaps I felt it was a way of life, perhaps an ideal. My Midi-chlorians count was never enough for consideration for being a Jedi or Sithlord. I’ve always admired the ideal.
Mixed Music Bag Week 11: Flyleaf
No discussion about rock music over the last twenty years should be had without mentioning the band Flyleaf. Flyleaf emerges as a band with an edgy narrative and an unmistakable sound. Originating from the heart of Texas, their music is a fusion of raw emotion and intense energy, which is what you come to expect from artists from capturing the attention of listeners worldwide.
I was watching Die Hard 4 when I noticed the band playing in the background. The music was bold and gripping. Her voice struck a cord as soon as this booming voice came from this tiny woman. Here is the voice that caught my attention.
I looked high and low for their album but only found a couple videos on YouTube. Finally, I found a Japanese Import of their debut album.
History and Formation
Flyleaf’s story begins in the early 2000s in Belton and Temple, Texas, where passionate musicians came together to form what was initially known as Passerby. With Lacey Sturm leading the vocals with her distinctive booming voice, the band soon rebranded as Flyleaf. Their self-titled debut album, released in 2005, Flyleaf also released a variety of singles over their career, including notable tracks like “Breathe Today,” “I’m So Sick,” “Fully Alive,” “All Around Me,” which is certified Platinum, “Again,” and “Set Me on Fire,” among others. Each of these singles showcases the band’s unique blend of hard rock and alternative music
Musical Style and Influences
Flyleaf is renowned for its dynamic musical style, which blendelements of punk, metal, and hard rock. Lacey’s intense vocals, paired with the band’s compelling instrumentation, create a powerful and poignant sound. The band’s lyrics often delve into pain, hope, and redemption themes, reflecting their personal experiences and spiritual backgrounds. Influences range from grunge bands like Nirvana to the emotive storytelling of groups like The Cranberries, shaping a unique sonic identity for Flyleaf.
Critical Reception and Achievements
The band’s debut album was a launching pad, earning them a platinum certification and solidifying their status in the rock scene. Critics praised Flyleaf for their raw energy and emotional depth, recognizing them as a significant force in alternative rock. Over the years, Flyleaf has garnered a loyal fanbase, captivated by their authenticity and the emotional intensity of their live performances. Their commitment to various causes, including mental health awareness and anti-bullying campaigns, has further endeared them to fans, showcasing their dedication to making a difference.
Band Member Profiles
While Lacey Sturm’s departure in 2012 marked a significant transition for Flyleaf, the band’s essence remained intact with Kristen May stepping in as the lead vocalist until her departure in 2016. Members like guitarist Sameer Bhattacharya and drummer James Culpepper have been instrumental in crafting Flyleaf’s distinctive sound, contributing to the band’s enduring appeal.
Legacy and Future Endeavors
Flyleaf’s influence extends beyond their discography, inspiring a new generation of rock artists with their heartfelt music and unwavering spirit. While the band’s future projects are eagerly anticipated by fans, their legacy is already cemented in the annals of rock history. As Flyleaf continues to evolve, their journey remains a testament to the power of music to connect, heal, and inspire.
FOTD – 03282024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
It’s been awhile since I posted one of these. The weather is changing and flowers are poking their little heads out.
FOTD – 03282024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
It’s been awhile since I posted one of these. The weather is changing and flowers are poking their little heads out.
CMMC – February
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
Here is my response to Cee’s Photo Challenge – CMMC’s X & W – February
Over the last several weeks, I have been playing catch-up. Since retiring, I’ve sat back and enjoyed the wonderful world of blogging. I don’t have to tell you about the fantastic posts from around the world. When it came to finding images for this post, I had to do a little digging. Trust me, that was the fun part. Here is what I discovered.
I was trying to get my camera to focus during a shoot and had no idea I accidentally snapped this shot. I remember hearing the shutter. I immediately went to work and did not pay attention to all the pictures.
I was doing research last week and discovered groundhogs are also called woodchucks. So, here is one of the first pictures I took of my woodchuck, “Emmitt.” He was so shy back then. We’ve come a long way together over the years.
This last photo fits several categories. It basically depends on the mood I’m in at the moment. So, today, As I gaze upon this photo of me and a few of my granddaughters, I think “Weirdo’s”.
Marco Monday – 03252024
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR – MACRO MONDAY
Late Night Grooves #57
It’s Monday; after a weekend of different genres, let’s slip back into the 80s and play a little rock & roll. Tonight, we are going to travel overseas to the UK. Instead of playing tracks from several bands, I will focus on a band I typically don’t listen to as much anymore. I was working on the blog when I noticed a comment mentioning Steve Clark from Def Leppard. I rolled with Def Leppard for two albums, High and Dry and Pyromania. I remember tragedy befell the band, but I couldn’t remember the details. I discovered Steve Clark had succumbed to alcohol abuse. While working on other blog projects, I reacquainted myself with Def Leppard.
Of course, I enjoyed the popular tracks from the mentioned albums, but I wanted to see if I could remember why I enjoyed them all those years ago. Quickly, I remembered why. Here are a few cuts I enjoyed from High & Dry.
Unfortunately, I never really got into the Pyromania album like I did with High & Dry. When Phil Collen joined the lineup, the sound changed for me. Pyromania has tracks that received a fair amount of airplay so I found it difficult to find a track fitting my criteria. However, midway through the album, I found the tracks I remembered.
Though their sound changed overall, I found Pyromania a decent album. In the song Die Hard the Hunter, the tandem guitar play of Clark and Collen is insane. I definitely see why they were called “The Terror Twins”
Well, that’s it for tonight. I did my best to find Steve Clark playing footage. He is definitely a joy to watch. I never watched this much footage of playing until tonight. Thanks, Ted, for mentioning him; what a treat!
Song Lyric Sunday – Going Biblical
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – SLS
Typically, I roll my eyes when I hear the term Christian Rock. It’s not because I don’t believe there could be such a thing, but when I first heard of the genre, the selected tracks presented to them weren’t rock. Not even close. The people presenting the music believed I listened to the “music of the devil.” It didn’t help; I sometimes started the day in the office by blasting Black Sabbath’s Sweet Leaf. Hey, sometimes I need a little kick somedays. There are days when caffeine and nicotine alone just aren’t enough.
Several years later, an NCO was playing some hard driving music from his office one night while we were working on preparing for an inspection. That music turned out to be Creed. I went out and bought the CD and gave it a listen. Immediately, I noticed the spiritual overtones in some of their music. I enjoyed their music, but never really reached the fan level. Even though I have their debut and sophomore albums. So, when I read this prompt, My Own Prison immediately came to mind. Let’s give it a listen.
Creed
LYRICS:
Court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today just my own sin
The walls cold and pale, the cage made of steel
Screams fill the room, alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound, my breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around, my face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence, expecting no return
Here there is no penance, my skin begins to burn
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance, see a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given on that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness, only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain’t got no time
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain’t got no time
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God, seeking only His decision
Gabriel stand and confirms, I’ve created my own prison
I cry out to God, seeking only His decision
Gabriel stand and confirms, I’ve created my own prison
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain’t got no time
Here is another band whose music fits the parameters of the prompt. I’m providing a detailed article for Mixed Music Bag. So, just give this track a listen.
Flyleaf:
LYRICS:
Circle encircles the earth
Chance and choice break his heart
His innocent arm moves to save me and I am spared
His beautiful arm is bloody and cut off
His heart ripped out to show me he loved me
But I wouldn’t believe him
He did all that he could
I still would not believe him
I left his arms empty and tied outstretched for me until he died
Left his arms empty and tied outstretched for me until he died
No man shows greater love
Than when a man lays down his life
For his beloved
I left his arms empty and tied outstretched for me until he died
Left his arms empty and tied outstretched for me until he died
And here I am alive
And I don’t have the right
And he gives me the right
Costing him his life
New mercy’s in the morning
I believe
What if I believe you now?
Could it ever change this for you?
Forgive me, relieve me
Please come back to life
I believe
What if I believe you now?
Could it ever change this for you?
Forgive me, relieve me
Please come back to life
Come back to my life
I believe
What if I believe now?
Forgive me, relieve me
Please come back to life
What’s My Age Again – RDP Sunday: Age – 03242024
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – RDP – AGE
I’ve been working on music posts all weekend and writing a bit of fiction. So, when I read today’s prompt, this song came to mind as I popped some Tylenol for my aching bones. Then, ask this question.
Then, of course, this song pops into my head.
Fingers popping and belting the lyrics into a seldom used hairbrush. I stop and catch my breath. I realized this track from 1969, and I knew all the words. Scratching the back of my head, I pause and ask what’s my age again?
Sunday Juke Joint #1
As you may have figured out by now, I love music of all kinds. I decided to dedicate Sundays to my favorite genre, Jazz. Each Sunday, I’ll post four tracks. Sometimes, they may be a theme and other times, they will be tracks of what I am feeling on that particular day.
This week, we are looking at jazz covers of songs originally released in a different genre. So, if you hate jazz, I will be back to regular formatting tomorrow. If you don’t know much give a listen and keep an open mind. The tracks I picked are across several jazz sub-genres, so there is a variety. I hope you enjoy them.
Song Lyric Sunday – Children and Families
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – SLS
Nothing More
“Fade In, Fade Out” by Nothing More is a deeply emotional and introspective song that explores the universal themes of time, legacy, and the cyclical nature of life. Released as part of their album “The Stories We Tell Ourselves” (2017), the song delves into the relationship between generations, specifically focusing on the bond between a parent and child. Through its poignant lyrics, “Fade In, Fade Out” reflects on the inevitable passage of time, the experience of watching one’s parents age, and the desire to make the most of the moments shared with loved ones.
The song begins with a perspective that captures the essence of watching one’s child grow up, imparting wisdom, and hoping they find their way in life without losing themselves. As it progresses, the narrative shifts to express the child’s perspective—acknowledging the sacrifices made by the parents, the realization of their mortality, and the deep wish to carry forward their legacy. With its haunting refrain, the chorus emphasizes the transient nature of life, urging listeners to cherish their time with loved ones before it’s too late.
Musically, “Fade In, Fade Out” is marked by its dynamic shifts, moving from softer, reflective verses to powerful, emotionally charged choruses, mirroring the emotional depth and complexity of the subject matter. The song is a testament to Nothing More’s ability to weave intricate narratives through their music, offering listeners not just a song, but a profound emotional experience that resonates with the universal human condition of love, loss, and the hope of legacy. To hear this song preformed live adds another layer to it.
LYRICS:
Just the other day I looked at my father
It was the first time I saw he’d grown old
Canyons through his skin and the rivers that made them
Carve the stories I was told
He said
“Son, I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won’t let me down
Go and find your way
Leave me in your wake
Always push through the pain
And don’t run away from change
Never settle
Make your mark
Hold your head up
Follow your heart
Follow your heart”
Just the other day I stared at the ocean
With every new wave another must go
One day you’ll remember us laughing
One day you’ll remember my passion
One day you’ll have one of your own
And I say
“Son, I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won’t let me down
Go and find your way
Leave me in your wake
Always push through the pain
And don’t run away from change
Never settle
Make your Mark
Hold your head up
Follow your heart
Follow your heart, follow your heart, follow your heart”
We all get lost sometimes
Trying to find what we’re looking for
We all get lost sometimes
Trying to find what we’re looking for
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won’t let me down
Go and find your way
Leave me in your wake
Always push through the pain
And don’t run away from change
Never settle
Make your Mark
Hold your head up
Follow your heart
Follow your heart, follow your heart”
When the morning comes and takes me
I promise I have taught you everything that you need
In the night you’ll dream of so many things
But find the ones that bring you life and you’ll find me
Thanks to Jim Adams for hosting and another excellent suggestion by Nancy, aka The Sicilian Storyteller
Song Lyric Sunday – War and Peace
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – SLS
Here is my response to SLS, hosted by Jim Adams
“Run to the Hills” by Iron Maiden is a powerful track from their 1982 album, “The Number of the Beast.” The song is renowned for its compelling musicality and thought-provoking lyrics, which offer a critical perspective on the historical conflicts between Native Americans and European settlers. Through its driving riffs supplied by Dave Murray and Adrian Smith and Bruce Dickerson’s dynamic vocal range, “Run to the Hills” tells a story from both viewpoints: the indigenous peoples of America and the invading settlers.
The song’s narrative highlights the violence, exploitation, and injustices faced by Native Americans during the colonization period, emphasizing themes of freedom, survival, and the tragic consequences of imperialism. Iron Maiden uses this track to showcase their musical talent and provoke reflection on a dark chapter in history, making it a memorable and impactful piece in the realm of heavy metal.
Lyrics:
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard, we fought him well
Out on the plains, we gave him hell
But many came, too much for Cree
Oh, will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom, a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing’s a game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Yeah
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
I Couldn’t Resist
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I’ve more time behind the wheel than any other mode of transportation. Driving has always relaxed me. I prefer driving alone to think in peace, but I’m not opposed to traveling with someone else. I’ve developed some of my best storylines driving. There’s nothing like working out a difficult scene while gliding across the asphalt sea. The only problem is that I never seem to have a device to capture my thoughts as they come. Yes, yes, I’ve tried the microcassette recorder thing, but I never seem to remember to bring spare tapes. When the digital ones hit the market, the problem is solved, right? Nope, I forget to download to my computer, and when I do, I forget where the hell I put them.
The essentials for a proper road trip: This list varies based on your individual needs, but here are a few suggestions to help you consider what you might need.
- Two coolers – one for beverages and the other for food. Truck stop or gas station food is not kind to your digestive system. This may not affect you now, but you will understand what I mean as you age. Not to mention, the prices are ridiculous.
- Thermos – coffee or tea. Most thermos can hold up to 10 -12 cups.
- A go bag—the contents are at your discretion. However, I suggest a complete change of clothes and a spare pill box for current medications if you take any. Have enough undergarments for at least a week. Also, having some cash and a burner may be a good idea. The cash is handy; not every place is set up for debit or credit cards. I discovered this on my last road trip. The burner; cellphones break all the time.
- Emergency Kit – Standard items include flares, first-aid kit, reflective triangles, and blankets. However, emergency food may come in handy. Examples include tuna or chicken pouches, bottles of water, and mayonnaise packets; these items keep pretty well. Also, I almost forgot that you need a good flashlight. Preferably, a rechargeable one; alkaline batteries tend to leak or are dead when you needed.
- A small toolkit—Even if you aren’t mechanically inclined, you’d be surprised at what you can fix with a pair of pliers or a screwdriver.
- A road atlas – I know I risk sounding like a weirdo, but GPS is NOT the truth. That shit be wonky. Just saying.
The most important thing
Whether you listen to music, podcasts, audiobooks, or talk radio, some items are saved locally on your device for times when you don’t have cell coverage.
If not, you may be forced to listen to stuff like this:
Some of you may enjoy these tracks, so you look at me strangely. However, on one of my road trips, before streaming services were a thing, I found myself listening to a Juice Newton marathon. Now, I ask you, how is this even a thing? It was that day. Some DJ, apparently a huge Juice Newton fan, played all her music. To make matters worse, he had a booming radio station that blasted for miles.
However, you get lucky and get some fun songs like these:
By answering this post when I’m supposed to be sleeping, I’m subject to say anything. I couldn’t resist!
Can’t Stand The Rain
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Despite the title, the rain is my favorite type of weather. I never understood why people ran from the rain but spent hours in the shower over a lifetime. They swim laps, surf, and waterski, yet the first raindrops they beat feet for shelter. Trust me, I’m not making fun of anyone. I was just like everyone else until I joined the military.
If it ain’t raining, we ain’t training
If it ain’t raining, ain’t, training became our mantra after just a few weeks in service. At my first duty station in Korea, I survived the monsoon season. Trust me, you will stop worrying about the rain after surviving monsoon season. We are soaked to the epidermis, which was wrinkled by the time you were able to put on dry clothes. I can’t remember the last time I ran from the rain.
At any rate, I love the rain. Its something about it I never could put my finger on. Here are some of my favorite songs with rain in the title. I know, it’s Eddie Rabbit’s fault.
The World According to Madre
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
Several teachers over the years made a massive impact on me. As I think back, I find myself smiling about some lessons and cringing about the others. However, none of them impacted me more than my mother.
It all started with a watch. My mother realized I was different when I took a part of her favorite watch and put it back together. She said she wasn’t much more than eight years old. I barely remember the event. When my mother told my wife and me this story, she had the sweetest, tiniest smile. She was visiting and came to my shop to see exactly what I did for a living. It was crazy. She seemed amazed and proud all at once.
Mom said I had taken apart her watch, and the pieces were laid out on the table, and she was furious. I simply looked up and said hey, Mom. She said she then returned to reassemble the watch. She watched me carefully put everything back together, not leaving out a single piece. The watch never worked again, but she said she figured if I could do that at that age, there would be no telling what I could accomplish.
So, Mom never discouraged my endless questions about things. If it wasn’t in the encyclopedia, she took me to the library on the weekends and scribbled notes in a notebook. I found one of those notebooks last year and couldn’t believe what I was into. Because of how she raised me, I have never been afraid to learn a new skill. I went on and accomplished several things. Repairing things much more complicated than her watch, but the watch is where it started.
Mom taught me how to navigate through life with minimal whining. Take no crap from anyone and be my own person. Her favorite response to me following the lead of someone she disapproved of.
“if they jumped off a bridge, are you going to follow them?”
My response then and now is, “No, ma’am”
~thanks, Mom – You Rock!~
Late Night Grooves #56
Tonight on LNG, we are going back to November 1966. Atlantic Records released a 45 with Wilson Pickett’s Mustang Sally, but we aren’t going to feature that iconic track. We are going to feature the b-side track Three Time Loser.
Did you Just Jinx Me?
Are you superstitious?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
As a general rule, superstitions are hooey. However, being a member of several teams over the years, I find myself are a believer of a jinx. I can’t accurately describe in words how many times I’ve been a victim of a jinx. Either I placed it on myself, or some boneheaded co-worker uttered the magic words or word to initiate said jinx.
Whether intentional or not, I have this to say.
Don’t be that guy!
Late Night Grooves #55
Tonight on LNG, I realized we needed a little Retro Soul
CFFC: Tools of the Trade
PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR
Here is my response to Cee’s CFFC – Tools
When I hear the word tools, I immediately think of the various instruments I’ve used over the years for countless projects. So, for this post, I wanted to look at things a little different. Today, I will not only display tools, you know standard one’s people know. I’m display some pictures of things created by various tools.
As a tradesman we use so many tools and sometimes we have to make the tools we need in order to complete the job. We use a sander in body work. I use a different type of sander in woodworking. Those drivers you see in the picture of the wood project, in that shop I’ve used those drivers in various other projects, such as mechanical, hydraulics, electrical, and pneumatics.
Writer of all things:
As a writer, one of my most important tools is a laptop. I do most of writing, research, and general clowning on it. Also, I edit video and photos on it. I love my laptop and iPad, but the tool I use for writing the most are books. I can’t describe how valuable books have made a better craftsman, writer, and visual artist.
Visual Arts
Cinematography
As a visual artist, I spend a ridiculous amount of time behind the camera. In cinematography, I’m involved in aspects of filmmaking, such as Pre-production, production, and postproduction.
Still Photography
Initially, I doubted my abilities as a still photographer. So, I would hire a photographer for location scouting and various shots I needed. I found myself arguing with them more than getting any work done. This disagreement occurred because I had vision in my mind, and they weren’t capturing what I wanted for the project. Each of them were good photographers, but I couldn’t get them to understand what I wanted.
One day, I worked on a project where I was just a camera operator. I got an opportunity to work with a couple of still photographers. One photographer handed me a camera and said ” show me”. I started taking pictures. Now my framing and composition was a little off, because I was used to video where we would just cut out the useable portions. They gave me some tips and told to go buy a camera and the rest is history.
The most important tool I have learned over the years is that every skill I learn is another tool in my toolbox. I just have to remember to be patient enough to use the right tool for the job.
Late Night Grooves #54
Tonight on LTG, I’m featuring a track from the teenage years by artist I had forgotten about until I heard him playing on a television program. I spent a great deal of time listening to the Don’t Say No album by Billy Squier. Here is one of my favorite tracks from that album.
Mixed Music Bag Week 10: Evanescence
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – MMB
With its hauntingly beautiful music that seamlessly blends rock, metal, and classical elements, Evanescence has carved a unique niche in the music world. Which makes them one of my favorite bands in recent yearss. pFormed in the mid-90s, the band achieved massive success early in their career and has maintained a devoted global fanbase. Their sound, characterized by dramatic arrangements and Amy Lee’s powerful vocals, resonates with a sense of depth and emotion that is unmistakably theirs. This blog delves into the journey of Evanescence, exploring their formation, musical evolution, iconic albums, and enduring impact on the music industry.
History and Formation
The story of Evanescence begins in Little Rock, Arkansas, where Amy Lee and Ben Moody met at a youth camp in 1994. Bonded by their love for music, they started writing songs together, laying the foundation for Evanescence. After several lineup changes and years of honing their sound, the band released their debut album, “Fallen,” in 2003. The album catapulted them to international fame, fueled by the success of hit singles like “Bring Me to Life” and “My Immortal.” These tracks dominated the charts and set the tone for the band’s distinctive blend of anguished lyrics, soaring melodies, and robust instrumentation.
Musical Style and Influences
Evanescence’s music defies easy categorization, blending elements of gothic rock, nu-metal, and classical music. Amy Lee’s classically trained voice, capable of conveying profound emotion, stands at the forefront, while the band’s use of piano, strings, and heavy guitars creates a rich, layered sound. Influences range from classical composers like Mozart and Danny Elfman to alternative and metal bands such as Portishead and Soundgarden. This eclectic mix of influences has enabled Evanescence to create a distinctive and broadly appealing sound.
Key Albums and Songs
Beyond “Fallen,” Evanescence has continued to evolve with subsequent albums. “The Open Door” (2006) and “Evanescence” (2011) further explored themes of love, loss, and resilience, while “Synthesis” (2017) reimagined some of their previous work with orchestral and electronic arrangements. Songs like “Lithium” and “Imperfection” showcase the band’s range, from introspective ballads to powerful anthems. Each album reflects a chapter in the band’s journey, marked by introspection, experimentation, and growth.
Impact and Legacy
Evanescence’s impact on the music industry is undeniable. With millions of albums sold worldwide and numerous awards, including two Grammys, the band has solidified its place in the annals of rock music. Moreover, they have inspired a generation of artists across various genres, proving that music can transcend boundaries and resonate with listeners on a deeply personal level. Evanescence’s legacy is one of creativity, resilience, and the relentless pursuit of artistic expression.
Conclusion
From their humble beginnings in Arkansas to their status as rock icons, Evanescence has navigated the music industry with grace and tenacity. Their fusion of rock and classical music has defined their career and enriched the broader musical landscape. As they continue to evolve and inspire, Evanescence’s journey is a testament to the power of authenticity and innovation in music. For fans old and new, their discography offers a treasure trove of emotional, thought-provoking, and utterly captivating music.
Lithium Lyrics:
Lithium, don’t wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don’t wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, I wanna stay in love with my sorrow
Oh, but God I wanna let it go
Come to bed, don’t make me sleep alone
Couldn’t hide the emptiness, you let it show
Never wanted it to be so cold
Just didn’t drink enough to say you love me
I can’t hold on to me
Wonder what’s wrong with me?
Lithium, don’t wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don’t wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, I wanna stay in love with my sorrow, oh
Don’t wanna let it lay me down this time
Drown my will to fly
Here in the darkness I know myself
Can’t break free until I let it go, let me go
Darling, I forgive you after all
Anything is better than to be alone
And in the end I guess I had to fall
Always find my place among the ashes
I can’t hold on to me
Wonder what’s wrong with me?
Lithium, don’t wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don’t wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, in love with you
Oh, I’m gonna let it go
Songwriters: Amy Lee. For non-commercial use only.
Macro Monday – 03182024
PHOTOGRAPHY- COLOR
Hazards of Binge Watching
Late Night Grooves #53
It was 1993, and my wife had returned home from the exchange for a bit of bargain shopping. I frequently would shake my head at her purchases on a great many things, but that woman had a knack of finding the jam in the bargain CD bin. This feat was shocking to me because she couldn’t name five music artists correctly if the world depended on it. That day, she introduced me to Lucky Peterson and Albert King.
So, tonight on Late Night Grooves, we are doing a dual tribute to my late wife and senior editor, who just happen to be huge Blues fans. So, its Saturday Night Blues with your host Mangus. Tonight, featuring some of my favorites from Lucky Peterson and Albert King.
This album played through the first time, and I tapped my foot during the entire album. My late wife, a brilliant woman, noticed this a started sliding gadgets that have needing repairs for a long time. With my foot tapping in time with music, I made quick work of my honey do list.
Next thing I knew the music changed and I was introduced to Albert King, who later became one of my favorite Blues guitarists. But our love affair started here with this cut:
No discussion about Albert King’s music can be held without the mentioning of King’s live album; Wednesday Night in San Franscisco. In my opinion, one the most important albums of the live recording genre. It’s certainly one of my favorite Blues albums of all-time. Here is a track from that album.
Late Night Grooves #52
Tonight, we are going back to the 80’s to feature a group only had one song worth mentioning. Well, maybe two. Here’s Vandenberg
Late Night Grooves # 51
Tonight, we are going to talk about the softer side of rock. The 1970s introduced us to a brand new genre. It seemed we were ready for it—almost like we needed it. Not that we would even admit we secretly grooved to some of these songs or bands. However, when you reach a certain age, you tend to walk away from the dumb stuff we once held as standard. Bread is one of those bands that helped me realize the true magic of music.
Listening to Bread helped me understand the subject matter of their music is universal. My children and grandchildren have heard me listening to Bread for decades. They don’t seem to complain like they do when I play bands like Pennywise. Here are a few cuts on Mangus’s Easy Groove playlist. Enjoy!
This group has plenty of jams. If you haven’t already, take a minute to check them out.
Julian’s Truth
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – FICTION
Here is my response to RDP’s Daily Prompt – Lithe
In the heart of a bustling city park, where children’s laughter mingled with the melodious chirping of birds, sat a man named Julian. He was a solitary figure amidst the vibrant chaos, a contemplative soul who found peace in the art of people-watching. Julian was particularly drawn to the nuances of human interaction, the subtle play of expressions, and the eloquence of body language.
On this sun-drenched afternoon, his attention was captured by a woman practicing yoga on the lush, green grass. She embodied grace, her movements fluid and effortless, a visual symphony that mesmerized Julian. He noted how the word “lithe” seemed to be crafted for her, the very definition of her elegance and strength. She moved with an almost ethereal poise, her limbs stretching and coiling with a feline agility that left Julian in awe.
For days, Julian returned to the park, hoping to catch a glimpse of the lithe woman. She became a muse to him, a living embodiment of art and beauty he dared only admire from afar. Her presence stirred something within him, a longing to reach out and connect, to transcend the boundaries of his solitary existence.
Finally, mustering every ounce of courage, Julian decided it was time to step out of the shadows of his observation and into the light of interaction. He approached her on a day painted with the perfect azure of the sky. His heart thundered in his chest, a tumultuous symphony of nerves and excitement.
“Hello,” he said, his voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the park’s life.
She turned toward him, her expression mildly surprised. Her eyes reflected the tranquility of the world she embraced. “Hello,” she replied, her voice as soft and melodious as he had imagined.
Julian stumbled through his introduction, words tangled with admiration and awe. He spoke of his observations, his fascination with how she moved, how she seemed to personify the word “lithe.” He expected bemusement, perhaps even annoyance. Instead, she smiled, a warm, genuine curvature of her lips that reached her eyes and ignited a spark of connection.
Her name was Elara, and she listened earnestly attentively, making Julian’s words flow more freely. They talked beneath the canopy of verdant leaves, their conversation meandering through the trivial to the profound, just as the park’s myriad pathways did.
In time, their meetings became a cherished ritual, two once-strangers finding solace and joy in shared moments. Julian, who had once been content to observe life from a distance, actively participated in its menagerie, woven with threads of companionship, understanding, and the unexpected beauty of a chance encounter.
And so, in a park where the world seemed to converge, Julian discovered the courage to connect, inspired by a woman who danced with the wind, her lithe form a reminder of life’s boundless grace.
CFFC – Deuces
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Here is my response to Cee’s CFFC – Pairs
It’s a Wolf Thang
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I believe I was a wolf in another life. Their solitary habits appeal to me. As a child, I was convinced I would be a werewolf. I watched all the movies and read all the stories. Now, as an adult, I enjoy wolves. I can’t explain it in any way that would make a lick of sense, but I do.
Late Night Grooves #50
Tonight, we are stepping into the past and embracing one of the classics. I can’t remember when or why I enjoy this I just do.
Wordless Wednesday – 03132024
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Good Westerns are hard to Find
What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
I suppose ever since childhood, I’ve been a fan of a good Western. The Magnificent Seven was my introduction to the world of justice. I suppose many others my age, I’ve been disappointed with the state of Western movies as of late. However, I’m glad to admit Hollywood must have heard me grumbling and put some decent Westerns. One of those such Westerns is the limited Netflix series entitled Godless.
“Godless” is a gripping Western drama series that debuted on Netflix in 2017. Set in the 1880s, it explores the story of La Belle, a small New Mexico town mysteriously inhabited almost entirely by women after a mining accident claims the lives of nearly all the town’s men. The series intensifies when a menacing outlaw, Frank Griffin, played by Jeff Daniels, and his gang of bandits set their sights on La Belle, seeking revenge on Roy Goode, a former protégé who betrayed him. The show weaves themes of redemption, betrayal, and survival against a backdrop of stunning landscapes and a town fighting to assert its independence. “Godless” offers a unique take on the Western genre, focusing on strong female characters, moral ambiguity, and complex human relationships. It received critical acclaim for its storytelling, performances, and visual style.
Cast of Characters:
- Frank Griffin – Played by Jeff Daniels, Frank Griffin is the menacing outlaw leader seeking vengeance on his former protégé.
- Roy Goode – Portrayed by Jack O’Connell, Roy is a young outlaw who finds refuge in La Belle while on the run from Griffin.
- Alice Fletcher – Michelle Dockery plays Alice, a tough widow and outsider who provides shelter to Roy.
- Bill McNue – Scoot McNairy takes on the role of the La Belle sheriff, grappling with his own vulnerabilities while trying to protect the town.
- Mary Agnes McNue – Merritt Wever portrays Mary Agnes, the widow of the town’s mayor, who becomes a leader in her community.
- Whitey Winn – Thomas Brodie-Sangster plays Whitey, the young and brave deputy of La Belle.
- Maggie McNue – Tantoo Cardinal is Maggie, the town’s wise medicine woman who provides guidance and support to its residents.
- Truckee – Samuel Marty plays Truckee, Alice Fletcher’s son, who is curious and spirited.
- A.T. Grigg – Jeremy Bobb portrays A.T. Grigg, a determined newspaper reporter following the story of Griffin’s gang.
Macro Monday
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Memoirs of Madness 