Will it go ’round in circles

For Cee’s Odd ball photo challenge: Circles

When I first saw this weeks prompt, I couldn’t think of any pictures of circles that I would have taken. Ever. How wrong could I possibly be? Well, pretty wrong it appears. Here are a few from my archives and recent expeditions:

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Full moon and street light. South Dakota, Spring 2018
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Lilly pads shot in Kyoto, Japan

And finally, this wee bitty mushroom from my front yard, yesterday

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Til next time ~every day from here to there, Oddball photo ops are everywhere ~ shamelessly ripped off from Dr. Seuss.

~Peace ~JP

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Weight of His Sins

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“You are condemned!” The witch’s voice boomed with finality.

The witch waved her wand through the air in an infinity symbol, on the third wave, a nebulous chain appeared. As she placed it around Bartlby’s shoulders, words appeared in each link of the chain. Every beating and insult, etched into the links.

“This chain is made up of the pain and indignities you inflicted on her. You will carry it for eternity.”

“NO!” Bartleby gasped as the links hardened into steel and the weight of it forced him to his knees before it bore him screaming through Hell’s dark gate.

For the Masters of Writing Fiction Challenge  Weight

Collectors – Fly Swatter

For the Haunted Wordsmith Collections Challenge:

Fly Swatter

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It all started on a sweltering July afternoon. Pop and I were enjoying a coolish breeze on the patio. He had gone back into the house for drinks, asking what I wanted. I replied to his back as he entered the door to the kitchen “I’ll have an ice water, thanks.”

Next thing I know, out comes my 80-something Pop with a fly swatter. I looked at him kind of funny and he pipes up.

“Here’s the fly swatter you asked for.”

“I said ‘Ice Water’ you silly git. I laughed, he laughed, we laughed and laughed.

That Christmas, with the family gathered around, I was handed a package, carefully wrapped with a little tag that read “to Pumpkin from Pop.” Well, you guessed it, in the package was an elaborately decorated fly swatter. That started a tradition and pretty soon, every holiday, every event, brought a new fly swatter. I have fly swatters shaped like the Statue of Liberty, shaped like Texas, one shaped like a palm tree, one that lights up like a Christmas tree, one that says “DIE FLY” on it.

Pop was my grandpa and even after he passed on, my parents kept the tradition going for many more years. After they passed, I’d still buy myself a new fly swatter from everywhere I traveled. I have one from a trip to Acapulco shaped like a sombrero. I’m an old woman now, making out my will and trying to decide who to leave my prized possessions to. The house, and car and jewelry, those were easy. Family heirloom china, yep that was a given. But really, what do I do with 784 fly swatters?

Rapid City, SD – Rapid Creek Trail in Spring

With the Summer heat, I find myself reminiscing fondly of Spring. Ah Spring, that golden time of year here in the Black Hills when after the harshness of Winter, Spring’s gentle warmth and greens is as refreshing as her warm breezes. OK, yeah that’s totally euphemistic garbage. Winter here is harsh and cold, Spring is wet, soggy and storm riddled. But euphoric recall doesn’t quite work that way so, I thought I’d share a few Spring shots with you from a lovely day in early May on a trip to Rapid Creek, Founders Park trail here in Rapid City, SD.

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There is just something about the moon in daytime that I find so incredibly entrancing, unusual and somehow magical. Like a clandestine lover on a secret visit, so lovely and yet so unexpected.

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Shrubs and trees everywhere are budding with life. Barely containing the excitement when they will burst forth in glorious blooms.

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And, of course, birds everywhere. Look hard and you’ll see the little woodpecker atop the light pole. He was hammering away at the metal end cap with such fervor that I feared for his beak!

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And or course, anywhere there’s green grass to be found, the ever present bane of gardeners everywhere, the bunny rabbit. Such a graphic reminder of Spring.

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Till next time ~Peace ~ JPP