|My Childhood by WDNest|
Secret SantaSecret SantaSecret Santa by wdnest
She stood there, the photographer, staring at the rose.
She traced her finger around its' petals, going down the stem, and felt the prick, as the
blood, fell in a drop to the floor.
"Ouch" she said. "Thorns are not supposed to do that"
She moved around in her hat and scarf. She was a traveller, moving to and fro around the planet, rarely staying in one place.
Her camera was her only companion, cataloguing her adventures on the way.
She repositioned her rose, facing it towards the camera. She wanted to get the best shot possible. It was the first time she was trying this technique. She had to hurry to just
get this shot -- perfect. Slowly positioning it so it faced forwards, all the bad petals to the back, she wandered over to the red bucket, that she had, just for this shot.
Touching her finger to the water, she made the first drop, on the top petal, then the next and the next, and the next. The drops formed a diagional across the rose.
Quickly, frame after frame, she took
Alone with MusicAlone, listening to musicAlone with Music by wdnest
I hear the hum of the fan
That reminds me
We never liked
The same music anyway.
The Spidercrawling clawingThe Spider by wdnest
up the invisible
it reaches the top
and looks down
on glad wrap
|Courage is but a word until you need it......|