The PEA Once upon a time, There was a handsome pea, which is me, and I lived in the royal refrigerator, but it smells, because in the royal refrigerator there are leftovers from the nineteen hundreds. The good part is that there in a cool breeze. Wait!, i think I hear footsteps. On My Gosh, it’s the Queen and she is picking me up. Where … Continue reading The PEA by Joshua
It is unbelievable when it happens in your life. It hits you like a sucker punch that you never saw coming. There is no rehearsal or planning for it, it just piles on you like a ton of concrete. Each time it seems to hurt as much has the first experience. It is impossible to build strength, tolerance or generalization of this feeling. Betrayal is a … Continue reading Not for thee
Today is the eve of an important annual event. Sons and daughters rushing around to create the perfect day to honor an extraordinary hero in their life. This Superhero always finds the right thing to say or do to help support and guide you troughout life. She is always there when you need her whether it’s as a counselor, a helping hard or the paste that … Continue reading Momology
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Intricate.” First of several pictures I snapped on Robert and Donna’s Homestead, Two Rivers, Wisconsin, 2015. Me, my camera and how I see life. Continue reading Su Casa…
This week was abundant to say the least. I have a difficult time remembering what all happened. One thought that has stuck with me all week is this saying, “There is no soul in perfect.” The challenge today is remembering where I heard this saying as it is rewinding in my thoughts. If you think about the saying, It makes a lot of sense. While … Continue reading Is there soul in perfect?
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Intricate.” This is a cottage clock that my father-in-law made for us. He cut each intricate scroll by hand. I can only imagine the hours of artistic skill, patience and vision he spent creating this timeless treasure. Me, my camera and how I remember. Continue reading Tic-Toc