Clouds

I’ve meant to post all week. I really did. But I’ve been sort of drowning in crap I had to do. Like a bunch of book covers I’ll share tomorrow, and some house maintenance (let’s just say I want a pair of the giant clippers that I borrowed from my uncle. I’ve been chopping down saplings as if they were made of butter. Booyah!) And other boring things. But now I’m mostly caught up and have a minute (or ten) that it takes to resize these photos.
Hubby actually made me a really cool script that I run on a web page that resizes my pics for me so I don’t fill my media storage up again (like last summer). It works great, it’s the phone that has limitations, like making me select one photo at a time. I may see if I can get him to add an “add more” button.
Anyway, we didn’t go on a trip last weekend because after buying a dehumidifier for the basement (which is working awesomely) we were brokedy-broke. But we did go buy the dehumidifier in Council Bluffs so I got some amazing cloud shots.
And in flower news, the baby rose I planted is STILL ALIVE and growing bigger AND blooming.
Perhaps the curse of the black thumb has been reversed??
Oh, and we have naked ladies.
Pretty, huh?
And now I need to go to bed so I can get up early tomorrow.
Have a good one!
Jo 🙂
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June in Pictures

I’ve been gone two months and come back with a chintzy photo post. Yeah, life’s like that sometimes.
We’re pretty much moved in, have net, have had the computer virus cleaned up and the laptop fixed, so now it’s just a matter of catching up and seeing to details.
Wasn’t that fun? I have some fourth of July pics to share and then I need to take the rest off of the camera – including the biggest toadstool I have ever seen!
Have fun, all!
Artwork: Fall With Me

(August 2008)
Here we have two versions of Thane and Rain (previously known as Iry/Jo – she has gone through a lot of name changes. Long story)
and a more wallpapery version:
Used lots and lots of brushes and – four years later – I don’t remember who they came from or where.
Song of the moment – “Lost Realist” – Trapt
Rain & Dew Photos

Old Flower Photos

(originally from May 2008)
Yes, here are MORE flower photos! Oh wow, huh? I actually got caught by a neighbor taking these and we had a discussion on whether I was a painter or not. Apparently her niece was one and she would wander around and take her own reference photographs and the neighbor would say “That’s not a pretty picture” and her niece would tell her “You just wait till I get it done” and sure enough, they always were beautiful when she finished them.

an ant on the peonies – it’s the only time I am jealous of ants. Imagine being tiny enough to climb inside one of those. Wouldn’t it smell beautiful?
Fv song of the moment – “Wake up” – Story of the Year
Spring Flower Photos

Flash Fiction: Window Glass

(originally from April 2008)
The rain pelts the window glass, but all I can see is you. You stand in front of it, fastening your shirt and blocking out the view. The cold white light illuminates the deadly smirk on your face, and shines in the depths of your eyes; cold orbs that have forgotten me already.
You turn away and walk out the door. You hurry to your car and leave me on the floor like a broken doll, my clothes removed by the unkind hands of my new owner. Why is it that a child’s first game is to strip their newest toy naked? Does it start even at that tender age, the desire to take everything away, to see what lies underneath and assert their dominance?
I climb slowly to my knees. Now I can see the muddy rain splashing on the glass. Large drops wash over the roof and bring down the dirt, leaving filthy streaks. The rain is just like you; something beautiful and pure that ruins as it walks by. Something I thought I wanted that has left behind its sick pollution. Something that should have been good but wasn’t, betraying the very hearts that longed for it.
My skin is pale and the blue veins run beneath it like slithering snakes. I can see each one as the blood courses through my body, keeping me alive. I suddenly want to end it all but am too afraid. I lack the courage to cut into that pale skin, to set the writhing serpents free and watch their crimson tears leak onto the carpet, like fallen rose petals. I am too afraid to live, but too afraid to die. A broken doll abandoned by her new master.
As I stare at my skin I can see your fingerprints, dark smudges left behind in colors of blue and black. Tender spots of pain, the marks to prove where you have been. I long to wash them away and cleanse myself of your lingering scent. And so, though it hurts, I crawl to the door and out into the rain. The drops land on my body like cold slices of reality. They shock every place they touch, like a hurtful lover. The water runs over me, and I hold my arms out, begging to be clean. But the rain is just as dirty as I am, and instead of washing away your touch it leaves its little trails on my flesh, streaking me like the window glass.
That is what I am, a dirty pane of glass that anyone can see through should they try, but no one does. No eyes have ever tried to see what lay on the other side, only used me to admire their own reflections. And still I hold my brittle smile and I show them what they want to see while praying that they never notice the cracks slowly spreading across my silver surface. Tiny crevices that grow larger with each passing year until one day I’ll shatter into pieces at their feet, no longer useful.
The thunder rumbles and I lay on the ground, my body numb from cold and pain, but I know that there is no end for me. Tomorrow it will be the same and then tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Each day racing onwards while another sliver of my soul dies, leaving me empty and alone, until sweet oblivion finds me and I finally break; nothing left behind but shiny shards. And then you’ll finally be forced to look past yourself and into the dark room beyond, into the depths that were so long hidden behind what you wanted to see, and then, only then, will you finally see me.
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I dunno. Nothing autobiographical here or anything. Just some fun.
Fav song of the moment – “Hell” – Disturbed
Artwork: Protection

(originally from January 2008)
This is Roderick and Senya (who needs a new name) the stars of my as-of-yet-unfinished YA novel. Someday i will get back to it.
Fav song of the moment – “How About Today” – Carbon 9