The greens are out in full-swing— leaves, in particular.
The plant that comes up from underneath a porch railing has almost-full leaves now. It’s interesting how soft immature leaves are. I was able to capture them in focus a few days ago, but only after the use of a focal trick (passing my finger about the lens, forcing the smartphone camera’s auto-focus closer to the plant).
Such soft, hair-like edges… fibrous? (Click the image for the full detail.) The insects are on the case, looking for the carbs… but not in huge numbers.
It would be senseless, at this point, for the white stuff to fall, weather-wise. (Snow, I mean.)
…Now… You may have noticed that I have been at a loss for words lately, not to mention my lack of presence. …I assure you, I have been writing… in amounts big and small, here and there. But it’s been very slow. I have two drafts that are lacking the right touch. It’s been difficult— the writing coming out all muddled and… There’s so much material that just can’t be taken seriously.
Long story short, I’ve been kind of losing myself. Emotional exhaustion is a term that comes to mind trying to begin what I have to say of late. I’m not doing very well, not sleeping well… and well…
I’ll get back to posting, eventually. Maybe next year, at the rate things are going, lol. It’s already May 25, 2016. On that note, I guess I should say, have a good Memorial Day.😀 I’ll get the beach photos up soon, I promise. …But first, I must sleep. Again. 😔 G’nite.
The skies were mostly blue Monday. Tuesdays, temperatures dipped low enough that the in-coming precipitation turned into a blend of rain and snow. The gutters were still dripping (water) during my walk. I got snow on the sides of my hair despite wearing a cap.
The weather’s returned to spring today. Three sunny days in a row, according to the Accuweather forecast. …But there is still snow on the ground around the house… So… how about some new photos to remind us of what spring is supposed to look like, alright? All right.
Just three days before spring officially kicked off in the U.S., the flies were out. On day two of spring…
It snowed. And again, on Thursday.
Only so much snow can melt in one day. In fact, some white was still on the pines Friday after a ‘dusting,’ with varying precipitation thereafter.
Now, instead of boring you, dear reader, with more pictures of snow, I’ll go back to that day where the flies were out too early. (Who knows how many died.) …I may have sprained my right foot skipping to/fro the car…
This scene, of course, was brighter than what the photos may imply… but I can only adjust the gamma so much without revealing just how washed-out the colors can be (gray pine needles) due to the smartphone camera.
A quarter-hour after leaving USM Portland, my mother and I went to Deering Oaks park, where you could say it looked like spring already— no ice on the pond, the squirrels and ducks out in somewhat larger numbers…
Compare that to March 3rd; the very same pond was partially frozen…
Today was… dull. Like a generalized mixture, a convergence of color on a macro scale; it revealed a sort of… lack of focus, or blind inclusion, to the point of no clear point. But I stretched my brain, stretching time into the morning. I exercised my fingers on the keyboard, and fell into catching up on a few things; without an effort searching, I found some good reading. But otherwise, there was lots and lots of silence, further marking my days as a involuntary loner.
It took a short while to get a good shot for the image above— back and forth; the camera and its software desaturates the darker areas, rendering pine trees gray. …Desaturating the day further, it began to snow.
Big puffy clusters of flash-frozen H20 fell from above, partially covering the immediate landscape. I held out my left hand to be sure it was the kind of precipitation I thought it was; one, two puffs of snow melted on my somewhat calloused left palm— hardened from resting my weight on my hands over the course of years of sorting files and reading.
The ground whitened in an hour. Somehow the leafless path was mostly bare when I returned outside after eight at night. Outside, the precipitation became rain, considering it hit the ground audibly. The temperature was above freezing (37°F at 10:52 p.m.), the gutters actively passing runoff.
Despite the pain of a medical condition, I managed to complete my walk time for the day. But the dullness remains. I find myself again responding to the uneventful hours by staying up well into the morning, expending energy without gain. I have every reason to be tired, and I am. But I push on, present when no one else is… The curse of a longing and insecure free will.
It’s been a while since I did one of these…successfully; two drafts, didn’t meet quality standards, and… didn’t quite have the internet access to put the second up anyway. But I’m back to try again! Hopefully this entry isn’t too bad. Enjoy.
“Glad you came,” Jason said, with a hug. “It’s been a while since we last talked.”
“Too long,” responded B.B. “So… you’re out.”
He evaded her comment. “What’s going on in your world?”
“Still seeing it; two continents left.”
Jason’s smile faded. He’d much forgotten the world she sees. He put a tea bag in his glass… just a frame, she noticed— neither glass nor water.
An alarm rang. He turned, revealing blood on his shirt. “Let’s go.”
“Is that— ?”
“I had to take care of a few… things.”
B.B. soon realized what he meant by “invading aliens.”
For context, I saw the buildings in the background, plus the odd object in the foreground, and thought: asylum… escapee… (I get it, the object in the foreground is actually a trash can, no table. But… use your imagination😉 )
Every week, Rochelle hosts a group called Friday Fictioneers; the goal: write, for an image, a three-part short story at no more than one hundred words. Click here to see what others have written for this week’s prompt or add your own.
The temperature may have gotten into the 60s Wednesday—60s into the night (walked outside without a jacket well after sunset), but it snowed again twice prior. The latest dusting took a few days to clear up. (To see the most recent photo, click here.) But the big picture of winter, 2015-16, wouldn’t be complete without the effects of the rain, the melting snow, and the dirt…
Mud season. Toward the end of February was a whole day of rain, some Wednesday snow, and then some more blanking rain into Thursday morning… with lightning. (Yay, a thunderstorm! ) Even lost power for a moment.
It was worse in other areas on the East coast, with tornadoes and blizzard conditions. …While India had a full-blown water shortage… which isn’t new for the country. Sometimes it can appear as if we’re getting water that California and India need…
The water in the above image in no way compares to the driveway lakes we sometimes get. The rain may have cleared the snow, but… mud. (Squish, squish.) Continue reading …Yup, still winter→
I was in a fictional building, amongst, I don’t know, soldiers. Maybe the setting was affected by the latest wrestling-themed episode of Supernatural.
Anyway, there was this boundary moving in, consuming everything in its path— like a wall closing in, but not a physical wall. We could get out of its way, but we had to move fast, and climb (I grabbed on to someone’s legs; the chains attached to the ceiling were out of reach). A leader of some sort opened a passageway by hand. And then I woke up.
There was more leading up, but the memory of what happened before that interactive scene is too vague to recall… lost in its seemingly mechanical routine. But the latter part sort of reflects the feeling that my world is closing in on me, consuming me, silently.
There are so many ways at which my world is going dark, and it is kind of scary if you think about it. In spite of my actions, the lights go out around me. And literally— the two light fixtures in the kitchen no longer work; both of them. We’re using a plug-in lamp, currently burning an LED 60w replacement bulb because the halogen bulbs don’t last very long.
Some of what I get in life could go to the whole argument of expectations versus integrity as Togetherness the TV series conveys, that if you’re not all there and ready, you shouldn’t expect much. But this darkness I face is just absurd.