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The Turquoise River

The Turquoise River

This was her sanctuary. The one place in the home that was hers, away from the rambunctiously adorable children upstairs, and her husband’s workshop in the garage. She came here, every morning, with a mug of dark black coffee and her journal, to write down what she would never tell anyone. In it, she sometimes imagined where the Turquoise River might take her. Those were the only entries she ever re-read.

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Harry the Little Hurricane

Harry the Little Hurricane

Harry got his name when he was still a little swirl of wind and rain far out in the Atlantic. But Harry had aspirations. He wanted to become a grand vortex of mighty winds, driving the ocean in front of him far onto land. He wanted his rain to drown the land, far beyond his storm surge, his wind to blow down trees, powerlines, to blow the very walls off the buildings in his path.

Destruction, afterall, is what hurricanes like Harry do!

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Paint

My Muses: Paint

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Muse, poses a simple enough challenge, “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”

I’ve already responded with Function follows Form, which relates how form itself is my favourite subject. Here I want to draw back to my favourite element with which to explore form — and a variety of other subjects — and that has to be paint. When I bought my first professional camera in nearly 15 years, the first shots were all painted surfaces. Some abstractions. Others records of communication. Still others were essays on the environment in which the surface was painted.