Strange Days

 

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The strangest of days

Emit a light

Not soon forgotten.

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Harvest – tlt week 24

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Hanging in the air

The sweet, raw smells of harvest

Fading in the sun

© Nadia Brown

Farm and country – and all the smells, textures, sounds that go along with them – are my happy place. Born and raised in the city, the constrained bustle of it has always felt confining; it’s never been ‘home’.

Thank you, Sonya, for this 3 Line Tales weekly photo prompt!

Photo by Emiel Molenaar, who has some gorgeous photos on his website!!

The Commute – 3 Line Tales

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There was always such exquisiteness in leaving; an aching tug that rose from the depths and made her smile against her will. She hesitated on the dock, boarding pass in hand, discerning the clinking buoys beneath the pier from the steady hum of the ferry’s engine. If she closed her eyes, she could feel the water tugging against the pier from below. The gentleness of wave against wood belied the force with which it would spit the dock from its moorings and send it ass over tea kettle into the Pacific. If it wanted to. For a moment, she stood in awe at the raw power she rarely questioned. The ocean that could silence a pier, a vessel, a life – lapped with a calm indifference at her feet. It was the indifference, she decided, that kept her coming back. Not this time. This time, she’d brought her things -and left him sleeping in a cloud of his own stupor.

Without a word, she settled her bag around her shoulders and headed to the ramp to board. Soon, the clinking of the buoys would fade amidst the chatter of morning commuters, disappearing completely as she waited in line to purchase her return.

© Nadia Brown

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Photo by Charlie Hang

Colourful – fpj photo challenge

Yay! Thank you, Dutch goes the photo! for this great photo challenge. Let’s live it up with some colour! Living in a part of the world where the seasons change in dramatic and extreme fashion, we in Ontario are very attuned to and appreciative of the swings of colour in our environment. So, of course, I had to throw in a couple of my favourite Autumn pictures. Fall in this part of the world is spectacular. It is like walking through a dreamscape; one can’t quite believe it’s real. And, just to support that theory, it is gone before we know it, replaced by greys and browns, and sprinkled with white. Sometimes, if we’re lucky, a few flurries fall while the colours are still vibrant, and it is absolutely incredible to see. I don’t have a good camera, but I did capture one of those moments this past fall, and have included it here…Enjoy!

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The Rhythm of Things – 3LineTales

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All these things I haven’t done, packed neatly into their dark, square drawers. Cramped and contained, awaiting their turn. One thing at a time, my teachers always said. Patience! Gently! Too many at once and the whole system topples. Follow the system; follow the priorities.

I tap tap tap the little squares. Gently, in rhythm. Like a metronome. Tap tap tap, as though they were piano keys. Softly, my piano teacher used to say. Gently –  imagine you have boneless hands. And my boneless heels tap tap the rhythm – until all the things I haven’t done are flying wild and free. Staccato! The music said. Presto agitato!  Which I do think means a good swift kick.

© Nadia Brown

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Photo by Rosan Harmens