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The Day I Fell in Love
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The Day I Fell in Love  With Priest Lake, anyways. I will never forget just how beautiful it was that morning. "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson   |
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I can see I have to get out there
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12/3/2012 4:44 pm |
I was distracted. Its weird sometimes I can just put on a set of headphones and what ever music I am listening to just seems to talk to me. The love scene in my little story was written in one take, the beat of the music setting the tempo of the characters, the colour change in the notes setting the contrast between aggressive and passive passion. Well you get the idea. So, how are things with you? All is well I hope.
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lol....it would appear at first glance......pot luck, pastoral grandiose ransom dalliance winsome It was all he could pick up from the phone conversation of the mysterious woman in line ahead of him as they all waited in pastoral fashion proceeding from check point to check point. A solemn ransom note for a ticket to paradise held up in grandiose splendor as though to say “pick me…ooohhhh pick me”. The dalliance of questionnaires loomed on the horizon as he took notice of the human traffic jam just ahead of him. Questions he knew all too well and answers he so wanted to taunt the sheriff Jettingham with before boarding Flight 3947 from Toronto to Australia. A winsome aroma of vanilla had entered his mind just moments before he took notice of her demanding his interest in her spoken words. He had yet to notice her form for it did not compare to the softness of her voice. The day started as any normal day did that week except for the anticipation of a long overdue holiday. Breakfast was made and consumed along with coffee and a cigarette. Dishes tended to and the bed made were all part of his morning ritual. He gathered his suit cases and stepped out the door to await the taxi to shuttle him to the airport. The dawn was exquisite, a deep crimson red with an even deeper blue crust surrounding her core. When he reached departures he headed for the self check in and turned over his luggage. His next port of call was of course the coffee shop at the end of the long corridor where he first caught a glimpse of the fragrance he so desired. Shaking the images of her words and the sweet smell that lingered he pulled from its holster his electronic life line to the internet world. Scrolling back through his emails he paused upon one and read it again for the first time. It was from a Maiden of unknown origin with a quirky sense of humor and layers upon layers of mystique. He smiled as he read her message telling him of her night before. He could not help but smile as she confessed that no hero had answered her I am here in the universe call. He clicked reply and cast forth another message to her, one in the form of a message in a bottle he had written awhile ago during one of his pleas to the universe asking where is she. But that is not what I shall write……oh no……for the words you have chosen are from an era long but not all forgotten. Look not to the East but rather to the West whilst upon Mt Lofty overlooking the plains of Adelaide during the cycle of the setting sun. A surreal undulation of pastoral green fields laced with marigolds, broad leafed trees and a river or two winding downward from the very spot you now stand. An owl behind you calls out to landscape focusing on a small cloud of dust at the base of your empire. The forests cease all sounds as the thunderous footfalls of a mighty stead and his rider approach. You strain to identify the intruder as friend or foe, never letting your guard, your mind a whirlwind of thought. The sound rumbling towards you, echoing off the ever blacking sky as day gives way to night. A hint of glistening armor and battle ready gear float in suspended animation upon the beast and its master as they remain steadfast in pursuit. But pursuit of what you wonder, as thoughts of dalliance dance in your head. The owl calls out one final time for departing you leaving you to your own accord. You watch as he climbs higher and higher until finally he is there no more. Horse and rider round the final turn before the very clearing where you stand, his sword drawn, the beast’s nostrils flared gulping every possible molecule of air to maintain its full charge. Well he slay you where you stand? Well he pull up at your feet? Well he pass you right on by? What is his quarry? Are you to be held for ransom? Questions you have no answers to. The ground trembles beneath your feet, fear grows in your eyes and your heart races but you will not give in to such grandiose fairy tales. Without warning he pulls hard on the reigns causing the stallion to rear and bay in discomfort as the bit turns its head to one side. Dismounting the mysterious rider kneels before you unable to gaze upon you. Not out of fear, nor out of displeasure. “What have you come to tell me” you ask? With a winsome smile he looks up and say’s “I’ve come to ask you for five random words”. "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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11/27/2012 7:31 pm |
lol....it would appear at first glance......pot luck, pastoral grandiose ransom dalliance winsome It was all he could pick up from the phone conversation of the mysterious woman in line ahead of him as they all waited in pastoral fashion proceeding from check point to check point. A solemn ransom note for a ticket to paradise held up in grandiose splendor as though to say “pick me…ooohhhh pick me”. The dalliance of questionnaires loomed on the horizon as he took notice of the human traffic jam just ahead of him. Questions he knew all too well and answers he so wanted to taunt the sheriff Jettingham with before boarding Flight 3947 from Toronto to Australia. A winsome aroma of vanilla had entered his mind just moments before he took notice of her demanding his interest in her spoken words. He had yet to notice her form for it did not compare to the softness of her voice. The day started as any normal day did that week except for the anticipation of a long overdue holiday. Breakfast was made and consumed along with coffee and a cigarette. Dishes tended to and the bed made were all part of his morning ritual. He gathered his suit cases and stepped out the door to await the taxi to shuttle him to the airport. The dawn was exquisite, a deep crimson red with an even deeper blue crust surrounding her core. When he reached departures he headed for the self check in and turned over his luggage. His next port of call was of course the coffee shop at the end of the long corridor where he first caught a glimpse of the fragrance he so desired. Shaking the images of her words and the sweet smell that lingered he pulled from its holster his electronic life line to the internet world. Scrolling back through his emails he paused upon one and read it again for the first time. It was from a Maiden of unknown origin with a quirky sense of humor and layers upon layers of mystique. He smiled as he read her message telling him of her night before. He could not help but smile as she confessed that no hero had answered her I am here in the universe call. He clicked reply and cast forth another message to her, one in the form of a message in a bottle he had written awhile ago during one of his pleas to the universe asking where is she. But that is not what I shall write……oh no……for the words you have chosen are from an era long but not all forgotten. Look not to the East but rather to the West whilst upon Mt Lofty overlooking the plains of Adelaide during the cycle of the setting sun. A surreal undulation of pastoral green fields laced with marigolds, broad leafed trees and a river or two winding downward from the very spot you now stand. An owl behind you calls out to landscape focusing on a small cloud of dust at the base of your empire. The forests cease all sounds as the thunderous footfalls of a mighty stead and his rider approach. You strain to identify the intruder as friend or foe, never letting your guard, your mind a whirlwind of thought. The sound rumbling towards you, echoing off the ever blacking sky as day gives way to night. A hint of glistening armor and battle ready gear float in suspended animation upon the beast and its master as they remain steadfast in pursuit. But pursuit of what you wonder, as thoughts of dalliance dance in your head. The owl calls out one final time for departing you leaving you to your own accord. You watch as he climbs higher and higher until finally he is there no more. Horse and rider round the final turn before the very clearing where you stand, his sword drawn, the beast’s nostrils flared gulping every possible molecule of air to maintain its full charge. Well he slay you where you stand? Well he pull up at your feet? Well he pass you right on by? What is his quarry? Are you to be held for ransom? Questions you have no answers to. The ground trembles beneath your feet, fear grows in your eyes and your heart races but you will not give in to such grandiose fairy tales. Without warning he pulls hard on the reigns causing the stallion to rear and bay in discomfort as the bit turns its head to one side. Dismounting the mysterious rider kneels before you unable to gaze upon you. Not out of fear, nor out of displeasure. “What have you come to tell me” you ask? With a winsome smile he looks up and say’s “I’ve come to ask you for five random words”.
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11/23/2012 7:08 pm |
Hi Dee. You asked once if I took the picture, now it is my turn....did you? Either way you photographs are stunning and quite frankly they speak volumes of words far beyond the standard one thousand. I once again thank you for your words of encouragement. I would like to try an exercise in writing. I would like for you to list for me five individual words at random. What ever pops into your head. Don't worry I shall treat them with respect. Steve.
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Mirroring shots are so neat. That’s why I did one for Half Nekkid Wednesday a few weeks ago!  Those Christmas Lights Those Geniuses on CL Wrapped and Ready to Go on HNW Private Cleavage 1 My Private Blog – Tell me your secrets
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Absolutely beautiful! I really hope you had a great Thanksgiving!!! {{{hugs}}}
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I look forward to seeing what you come up with!
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