On, In, and Around Mondays: The Naughty Camera

It was the end of the evening. I had changed out of my black dress, put my sparkly necklace beneath a gray sweater and coat, taken off my faux diamond ring (which had looked so beautiful, in any case).




I felt a little like Cinderella after midnight. Except I had my camera. And I don't remember Cindy having one of those.




There were other fairytales coming to an end. People going home. I was surprised at how many Santas boarded the train. I was surprised at how the conductor yelled at me when she saw I'd taken a picture of the outside of the train. And how she cringed and batted her arm sideways when I tried to apologize and say, "It's okay."

My camera is a naughty camera. It has a hard time letting go, even when eyes flash anger. My camera doesn't give up easily. I got on the train and it took another picture. People in Santa hats, not willing to let the fairytale end before dawn.



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On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place. Would you like to try? Write something 'in place' and add your link below.

If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)

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This post is offered for TheHighCalling's PhotoPlay.

An Accidental Post While Watering the Garden

I gave myself permission not to write again for a while. Then I went and watered the garden. The eggplants were particularly wilted. I thought about the eggplants. I considered writing. I decided to just think about the eggplants.

Then I came inside and had a glass of water and started reading Julia Cameron, and I decided maybe I will give myself permission to write a post on Monday— one that I start here and structure with a click-over to HighCallingBlogs. The noon spot. Or maybe the 4 o'clock. I am trying not to scare myself back to the eggplants.

Anyway, if I do the post, it will be called something like "Finding Your Voice on Twitter." Or maybe I will just water the garden again.


Framing the Eggplant, a "Mr. Bill" style photo for PhotoPlay.

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Freeing Myself From Distraction

I feel tense. It's been busy around here.

What to do?

I return to the idea of outdoor solitude. Drink roasted-rice Japanese tea and listen to the dog next door. Something fragrant is on the air. It smells white and iridescent, if that makes any sense.




Freed from distraction, I remember Claire's PhotoPlay. So when I am finished sitting, I retrieve my camera and go in search of simplicity.




Not quite getting it, I don't care. It is good to be a beginner at something. To be, again, a person who tries.


Flowers, Shadows, Doorknob photos, by L.L. Barkat.