I look like I know what I’m doing. Black rubber-encased camera with a custom-made neck strap; a 55-200mm zoom expertly twisted into place; long hair expertly encased in a black ball cap; capped off by a tan field vest with its many pockets filled with prime lenses, filters, and batteries – I am the very image of a professional photographer. But, I’m not a professional – I only play one on TV. Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. The week’s prompt is: Image [noun \ˈi-mij\] 3: a) exact likeness: semblance b) a person strikingly like another person

The interview

I had interviewed authors before, but this one was going to be more difficult than anything else I’d done. At least with other writers whose work I didn’t like, because they wrote about an uninteresting topic or a literary genre I found dull, I could still find a way to make the review compelling. I did my homework on the authors. I read their latest publication as well as their older books. I perused previous interviews and articles looking for questions I could expound on. I was always well-prepared, but with this one I wasn’t sure I could be objective. My libertarian editors most likely chose me for the task because they knew how repugnant I found the book’s subject matter. It’d be a struggle to remain civil let alone give an unbiased critique. Cameron Bigelow had penned his own book of interviews. Through a collection of vignettes exploring the lives of some of the country’s most heinous criminals, Bigelow

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Crossing the line

Living in Northwest Florida, I’m within an hour of the Alabama border. I’ve about exhausted the state parks around here, so thought I’d take a drive to visit a park in Florala which is just over the state line. Florala ~ get it? FLORida and ALAbama, FLORALA? The park isn’t very big, and other than an old playground and short boardwalk along the lakeshore, there’s not much there. It was a nice drive, and I took my time getting there, pulling over a few times to photograph old abandoned buildings. I also hiked around a couple of parks nearest my house. They’re handy standbys when I don’t want to drive too far. This 365 Project has been a good incentive to get out more during the week for shorter trips. And yes, I did actually take a photo through my sunroof with my camera phone… (Photos shot with a Nikon D60, using an 18-55mm, 55-200mm, 20mm f/2.8 wide-angle, 50mm f/1.8

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Love letters

Before Internet, before email, they wrote love letters to each other. She tied them with a red ribbon, secreting them away in the rafters of the attic so they wouldn’t scandalize their children. A little Trifecta lagniappe, or a Trifextra, for the weekend. A love story challenge, written in only 33 words. Backstory: my husband and I have been together since 1983, well before cell phones, email, Skype, Facebook or Twitter. During the early part of our college courtship, the Mister co-oped, sending him away for three months at a time. We would write each other love letters. I kept all of his to me, and he kept mine. I bound them together, placed them in an empty popcorn tin, and stored them in our attic. They would truly traumatize our kids if they were ever found and read. It’s shocking enough that we hug and kiss in front of them.

Week 4: 365 Project

This week was better for me getting more dedicated photos, but there were a couple of days where it got to be 7, 8 at night and I’m scrambling to find something to use to take a picture. No theme this time, but I have been thinking about a few more weekly shots. I want to work on photographing food – not so much like for glossy ads, but macros and abstract shots. That was what I was trying for with the pineapple shot. My kitchen lighting sucks, so I had to rely more on my camera’s auto flash than I wanted. That would have been a good opportunity to use my tripod, but it was late and I just wanted something to post. Photo fail…. A few of this week’s photos were more an exercise in editing than in actually taking a photo, so I wasn’t so concerned with the subject matter. If my fruit shot and editing skills

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A worthy life

Nestled among pines ‘Neath a shroud of fragrant leaves Rest in peace good friend Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. Surrounding a small, rustic chapel in the woods, a pet cemetery spreads out under the pines. Handmade markers, bearing the names of beloved dogs, cats, birds, rabbits, turtles, pay homage to these animal companions. Dedicated to St. Francis of Assisi, the chapel is a quiet oasis to contemplate these short, but worthy lives. Several friends have lost family pets recently. We are still mourning the death of our cherished Maxx. My heartfelt sympathies go out to these families for their loss.


Breaking the bounds of earth, I soar above the eagles and angels. True freedom, untethered and alive. Reaching ever upward, I touch the face of the sun. The wind rushing in my ears, I skim mountain tops, scooping fists full of virgin snow to slate my parched throat. The ripest, sweetest fruit from the highest branches of the trees are mine for the taking. Giving voice to my joy, I sing to the gods. My laughter echoes over golden plains and rumbles deep within green valleys. I traded my wings of feathers and wax for ones of iron and steel. A new writing challenge from Lance based on a weekly music prompt. Give 100 words, not 99, not 101. This week’s challenge is inspired by Elton John – “Take me to the Pilot.”