Category: Photography

Where We Go When We Say Goodbye

Day 11: Making a Prompt Personal

 

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Image: Deep Indigo Inktense, Winsor Newton Blue Antwerp watercolor and water on Vellum 
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Monday with Marbles: An Interlude

I woke up this morning with the best of intentions but then I got distracted by my marbles.

Most of them are stored covered up, but those that are not … cough, cough, are covered with a thin layer of dust.

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X marks the dust…

So I decided to give them a bath. In the kitchen sink. Making things up as I went along. That’s my first cup of coffee in the photo, below. I was invigorated by the task at hand.

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The Spa for Marbles
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Cat eyes in their bubble bath. That yellow marble with the red background is an illusion, as the red comes from a marble underneath.
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All quiet after the bath.

All in all, a good start to a Monday morning. Which, thanks to my marbles, is now Monday afternoon.

Bliss and the Broken Heart

My first romance involved marbles. I suppose I was seven. He was a boy about my age, part of a street gang in a far away country. Our connection was marbles, a game that I watched from afar because it fascinated me but I hung back because I didn’t know the rules.

One day, this boy came around  with a bag of marbles. His mission was to teach me the game. It was only ever just the two of us, sneaking around like the outsiders that we were, finding the perfect place: the dirt of the school yard baseball field in summer.

 

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Vintage Marbles from my collection.

Then came the day that he told me he was leaving. He didn’t want to go, but he had no choice. None of us did. He reached into his shirt and drew out the leather bag that he always carried around his neck. It contained three small bright shining marbles: the awesome steelies that few of us had ever seen in play. He placed the bag in my hands. I pledge my heart to you, he said. And then he turned and walked away.

Later that afternoon, the doorbell rang. It was HIM. My hero. My heart leapt at the sight of him. He was staying! But no. He had come to take back the marbles. His mother had sent him. It turned out that they were the family marbles. He was very sorry, but ….

I still love marbles, though.

This is Day Four of WordPress University Discovering Your Eye

 

The Creature of the Cache

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C is for Creature. He’s gone missing, my Creature. We’ve been together since April of 2005, when I found him in a geocache site up in New England. I’d gone along with Skip, who was a regular member of a local geocache group. I was doing research for a story, and Skip was kind enough to let me tag along.

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We are clearly in the middle of nowhere, but my trusty guide zeros in on a  cache.

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Well hidden, but the blue does catch the eye. If you are bending down and looking closely.

And then …  there he is! My creature! My favorite scary monster of time: The Creature of the Black Lagoon!

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The rule with geocache is, take something, leave something. Skip comes prepared. He hands me the creature and wanders off. He returns with his backpack, pulls out a small plastic bag with a notebook and pencil inside, and lays it gently into the cache. The trade is made. The deal is done.

Several days later, I take my Creature out for a ride. We head out to the Blackstone River and Canal Heritage Center, which is the closest body of water than I can think of. Some association, anyway.

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Here he is, peering out the window of the Visitor Center.

That was years ago. Since then, he’s been hanging out around the house. We live in Florida now. No more adventures, alas. Last time I saw him, he was posing for some sketches I’d done. But mostly I focused on the Manikin, the Gargoyle, and the Troubadour. Maybe the Creature felt neglected? This is what he looked like, last time I saw him, a few weeks back:

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Maybe he’s run off to Wakulla Springs. If you see him, tell him to come home, okay?

 

Note: I’m participating in the  A to Z Blogging Challenge for 2016. The challenge is to write 26 posts, each one tied to a letter of the alphabet.