Rocky Point January 2012
RamblingFIFTY-ONE and still don't know what it's all about and not really sure if I care at all, what, or who, or how, or even if it means anything at all...tired of life and lovin' life and strugglin' thru life and wishin' I had more-when i really have it all anyway, maybe not the gold and jewels and stuff that matters to most people which don't matter to me at all at least not anymore, hell, it never really did, I just wanted kids and a man who loves me and life to be happy and no worries about all that bullshit anyway...but lately i been wonderin' why i was even here, and did any of this whole struggle i call a life mean anything at all, cuz i been thru hell and back around and can't seem to stop the continuous struggle we call life on this earth, nothing stops, nothing lets up, if it's not one thing, it's another which i already know, but dammit why does it always have to prove it's truth again and again...sometimes my life just seems to go & go...three steps back-Rambling by melly4260
ParadiseI was taken away...Paradise by melly4260
To a place that took my breath away...
By the man who takes my breath away.....
KatLanguid looksKat by melly4260
Cast from her eyes
Yet very aware
Of where her prey sits...
Kisses wrapped in foil
Alone with no protection
She sidles up beside
In order to pounce
And devour her obsession...
The lonely whistle blows
A train is coming
Hurtling at top speed
Much too fast for this Kat
Too busy with her mousse...
Look up Dear Kat!
Danger is looming
Chocolate is not good for you
It makes you slow
TonightTonightTonight by melly4260
I put my extra blanket on the bed
It's eighty-five degrees in here
I piled the extra pillows on too
They will hurt my neck you know
I smelled my sheets, scented by you
I would not wash them anyway
I will cuddle on your side...alone
Because you asked me to
I will sleep well...snuggled in our bed
comforted by my love for you
Clean BootsAll I wanted was dirty boots...Clean Boots by melly4260
Mud on my floor,
Man's been workin' all day...
Children runnin' in from the rain...
Was trudgin' thru the woods...
Been fishin' all day...
I'm not sure I want heaven...
If all their boots are clean...
IThe strength that I have does NOT come from within....I by melly4260
It comes from the violent hands of Another....
I am YOUR creation......
The little scars on my mouth where my teeth came thru my lip....
The permanent black eye that I try to hide with my hair...
The bumps on my head that will never go away...
The mark on my leg-where the bamboo backscratcher has left such a lovely half moon scar on my thigh...
The adorable cigarette burn at the bottom of my neck....
Right in the middle...
A perfect circle...
GardeningMy head throbbed...Gardening by melly4260
And yet the tears
continued to flow...
aren't so bad you know...
Better than a punch...
Those were rare...
they showed too much...
More often on my back and legs...
My insides were flippin'
like a caught fishy...
I grabbed at his hand...
Just to be pushed away...
"you care more for this garden than ME"...
As dirt flew like a gopher diggin' a hole...
I held my breath...
I had to do SOMETHING...
My broccoli was uprooted...
My cucumbers were gone...
he was headed for the CORN...
We have ALL been in a difficult position at any given time...
somehow this kind of life becomes "normal"...
Two people outside in their robes at 2am....
One digging up the garden in a fit of anger...
The other sobbing-but making no REAL move to stop it...
In daylight...the "happy" couple continues with their daily lives....
As many are j
20232023 by melly4260
"Oh, nice Code Man"...My 17 year old grandson Cody is holding up a fat eighteen inch Kokanee. Flopping in the sunlight, it glistened with a silvery smoothness... I look up at the sun, "man it's hot today". Mid-August and it's almost 100 degrees outside, unusual for our altitude...
"Yeah, Gramma" he says,"they must have been right about that global warming thing after all"...This day is bittersweet, my grandson is soon to be 18, and the new selective service law requires him to join the military at 18. He has chosen to join the U.S. Marines, following in his father's footsteps...His sister, Katelynn
*Waiting on Love*
Twisted and broken
Heart leached of life's vibrant force
Abandoned by love
Yet, corner of hope survives
Patience, tomorrow will come.
Middle of NowhereWilderness unspoiled
Undulating prairie grass
Overlooked by heaven's vault
Pristine clouds range in blue sky.
*Tale of Endurance*
Sail of canvas, breeze
Enticed, distant horizon
Rough passage endured
Becalmed in dense fog.
Seabirds perch, crows nest
Drained vitality, waiting
Baleful charcoal sea
Sound of discord, ship's bell rung
Echo in wet mist.
Your DoorRang your doorbell again and again and again
Knocked on your door until my knuckle bled
Kicked it, scratched it, hit my head on it
Said your name, called it, screamed it
I cried, yelled, swore and threatened
I left and came, left and came back
Every time I left, I lost something
A piece of my soul, of my heart
I kept coming, and coming
I slowly died at your door
And when I finally left
I left a soulless man
A heartless man
The Distance Between Words"I want you to be happy"
Your words pounded in my ears
As I answered the door,
Climbed into the car,
Took his hand.
"I wish I was there with you"
I stood in the warm summer night,
Blushing under his intense gaze.
He wanted so much.
Could I be that?
"But I'm not"
I tried to be enough,
His gaze dimmed,
And I was incomplete,
"I want you to be happy"
I got into the car,
I took his hand,
I smiled as best I could
Against his cold gaze.
But I'm not.
Not PoeticI'm broken, not poetic.
It's really easy to fall in love
With a picture in a book,
A name, a number,
A few kind words.
I am stability, sameness.
You are freedom in my eyes.
Watch me leap,
I'll never make it.
I'm broken, not poetic.
WordsIf my words could make you love me
I'd write you a million love notes.
Poems, stories, songs,
Dripping with the sweet scent of alliteration,
Exhilaration at the thought of your touch.
But no, this doesn't mean a damn thing to you.
My words knock at your heart, but no one answers.
They throw rocks at your window,
But you sleep, even through my darkest nights.
My truth is not your concern.
The words I weave will keep me warm.
My love, spare not a thought for this sad soul,
For my words will never be enough
To keep your heart from soaring, falling, breaking.
If my words could make you love me,
Perhaps I would never have the courage to set pen to paper.
Love is such a nice thought, simple and sweet and carefree,
But such a burden to bear when words are all you have to offer.
Still AliveHi All, Here I am again after many months of no contact with my dA friends. I'm doing ok and still searching for a woman. I have met some nice ladies recently and hope that these might develop into something eventually. I'm still Tablelander and still out there taking photos and wood carving and wood turning. However my membership to my local camera club is certainly teaching me plenty of skills that I might not have ever learned on my own. We meet fortnightly and in process of that look at each other's creations and comment on them. We also go on excursions every few months to go to places we might not normally visit. It's always more fun taking photos with like minded people. I am in process of turning my utility into a camper and am at this time respraying it to make it a little more presentable. However now I only need to finish the roof and get a solar panel to recharge my batteries and I can finally get out on the road of discovery. I look forward to this time very much and can f
Wildlife means great imagery
Dearest beastie Doctrinaires,
Two group journals in two days … are you freaking?
Being into animals, one of the first things upon relocating that I missed were the small anoles which are virtually everywhere in Florida. I enjoyed sitting on the porch while watching them do their micro-Nat' Geo thing. Once I hit the Appalachian Mountains, I imagined myself too far north for lizard habitat, but actually it isn't so. They're just different and a lot more infrequent.
If herping is your wild thing, you may recognize the little fellow above as an eastern fence lizard, also called a 'blue belly' for its beautiful blue coloring, where? That's right! Its belly—and underside of its neck. Fully mature they reach lengths of six to seven inches (15-18 cm), which makes them even smaller than anoles.
The one pictured is still immature, yet at only three i
Scenery aheadDearest Doctrinaires,
Tomorrow morning I'll have my van packed and be on the road again for parts unknown—off to find a new home somewhere away from Florida. I think I'll start with a look through the Carolinas … there are some beautiful mountains up there.
That expressed, I'll be away from my home computer for the next couple weeks. If you need to reach me, you can write, but unless it's realistically urgent please know it may be awhile before I return your message. Nonetheless, I'll still be looking in on our daily group activity via my smartphone, so I'll know what you're up to.
Stay imaginative and well. Thanks again for all you share, you're one of my greatest pleasures in life.
Until next time, have fun and I'll see you then.
Now THAT is Cray and 15 year old Man-GirlsNow before you react too strongly to the title, please give me just a bit of time to explain.
Here is the story.
A few days ago, I got a text from my youngest son telling me that he had hit a bear on his way to work. I asked of course if he was OK, and the answer was that everything was fine, the truck was undamaged and he was unhurt but he felt sorry for the bear. I breathed a sigh of relief as any father would. But I did have to give my head a shake and wonder where his heart was at. If the truck was undamaged, all he did was give that bear a good tale to tell his buddies.
So I respond to him “gosh... don't worry about the bear, tjhose [sic] guys are tough... He's probably telling his friends right now about some cray guy in a truck that he ran off the road.”
“If there was no damage, he will be fine.”
“To the truck I mean”
Now I had meant to say “some crazy guy”, but apparently I said something else. Who in their right mind would
photoswithstoryI created a new group just the other day, to be called photoswithstory.
As I view creative and interesting images on dA, I often have many questions concerning them.
Why was it taken, where was it taken, how was it done, when did it occur, who or what is in it and does it have any special significance?
For those who follow me, and this probably means you, my reader, you might be thinking along the same lines. Wouldn't it be great if with each image, the story or special reasons were included. I find these tidbits add so much to my appreciation.
Now if you feel this way, I would welcome you joining with me, in my new group. Check out any of my images, and you will see how much the descriptions add to the overall experience.
Lazing On A Sunny Afternoon
Les favoris de la lune by doyo Tuojiang River by foureyes
But My Eyes Remain by iamadem
Fumbling Towards Harmony by Peterix Find my way home by Peterix
dichord by Vacantia
don't you dare, little buddy by BlauBeerKuchen Hello by John-Logan
Eye Contact BW by RobinHedberg
here comes tiger by A-Finch Sleepy Cat by bessonben
Hidden Stories by dimajaber
Special thanks to my special frien
New OrleansI had decided before I left Baltimore for New Orleans that this time I was going to get out of the French Quarter and have a "genuine" New Orleans experience. Naturally, in my mind, that experience was going to involve jazz, and "real food." The jazz part is self-explanatory, but when I say "real food" I mean just regular food that non-tourists might eat while in their city. Well, my first night in New Orleans gave me all that I bargained for. . .
Patrick, my best friend at work, knows all of the funkiest spots in seemingly every city east of the Mississippi River. (Patrick was once a city-to-city book salesman, and he has the best travel stories of anyone I know) He had recommended a place called The Mother-in-Law Lounge. So the day before I left Baltimore I called there to ask if they'd have any live music on the nights that I'd be in town. As it turned out, I was speaking with the owner - Kermit Ruffins. I didn't know
GreetingsHello My Dear Friends
It's been awhile.
Life has been moving along here in Texas. Seems I haven't had time to turn around, the work on my house is done for the season, winter is almost here, so I guess you could say its time to rest. The last 7 months have been a whirlwind, with moving, renovation an taking care of Hubby.
My days have been full, but also very rewarding.
I have managed to take a few photos an we had an outing at the Fort for Hubby's Birthday, they had a civil war reenactment an he loved it.
My other news would be to say I have a couple of photos on the evening news here, with my name (outdoor photos.)
I have to thank all my loyal friends who are still with me here on DA an Facebook. an Thank you to all who have faved an commented on my photos. Also for featuring me in your Journals
I am still here so please continue to send an I will continue to watch
Gently To All
I like taking pix....especially of stuff i wanna see...i love TURTLEZZZ i live in the woods in Idaho where it is extremely beautiful...spend more time fishin' than anything else tho...
Current Residence: the woods of Idaho
Favourite genre of music: All kinds...LoL
Favourite photographer: My Grandmother...
Favourite style of art: all kinds
Operating System: vista
MP3 player of choice: the one that works...
Shell of choice: Turtle
Wallpaper of choice: old fashioned flowered kind
Skin of choice: my man's
Favourite cartoon character: The Buzzard(in Bugs Bunny)
Personal Quote: there but for the grace of god go I
Okey dokey...now that all the hullabaloo is over....on with the fun stuff!