Blog Archives

Perhaps a Goodbye

A-Break

 

I need to sit down and take a blogging break. Read the rest of this entry

Wing-Feather Fables: Fairy Godmother Gone

There are days when you wish you had a fairy godmother, right? Someone who could fix everything with one flick of her silvery wand.  And yet, maybe you already have the power – a strength you didn’t know you had. Read on…

Fables-#38

Noelle goes to Booker’s every Monday at eleven. She sits out on the patio, if it’s nice. She’d rather sit inside, but Tookie likes the brick-paved terrace with its wrought-iron chairs and half-leaf roof, sun-dappled. Today, the fairy godmother is late.

Fudge, fudge, fudge,” Noelle whispers. She checks her watch, smooths her list out on the table, checks her watch again. Her eye begins to twitch.

Read the rest of the story here.

Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

Read more about Wing-Feather Fables here.

Wing-Feather Fables: The Krisis

Left or right and  with  a “terrifying strangeness”, Lisa brings you today a fable of rich desolation and wonder. The tale of The Watcher, herder of the dead. Read on…
The Krisis

This tower once had floors of gleaming ebony, and walls of lacquered white. Its spiral staircase rose in fluted curves. On the top floor was the Krisis, a chair meant and named for judgment. Carved from a single block of wood, it was etched in glyphs of vision and discernment.

The Krisis was the Watcher’s chair.

Read the rest of the story here.

Photograph by Brenda Gottsabend; Story by Lisa Ahn

Read more about Wing-Feather Fables here.

Chair Story

Rules

As a general rule, I try not to duplicate the images which I feature on my blog. This image illustrated a post about rules and personality types, based on an article written by Gretchen Rubin. It generated an interesting discussion, with commenters identifying themselves in their relationship to rules.

Read the rest of this entry

Happiness is a Yellow Chair

Texture Tuesday Theme: Happiness

The yellow chair. Don’t you love such gifts of unexpected beauty? A surprising jolt of color on a gray winter day.

Happiness – joy, even – for the small things. The little details.

The first time I discovered this scene, I snapped a shot and moved on. It was cold, with a bitter wind blowing, and in my discomfort, I chose not to explore further. Read the rest of this entry