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Photography: Worth 100 Words!

Updated on March 31, 2012
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Sun Day

Row 13. Thirteen more rows of darkness until my chance. A chance to roll around in the sun and drink in the rays. Hard to believe a year has already passed since the last Sun Day. When I got in line two months ago, the row was 2,012. Last year, I spent my 30 minutes just sitting in my ball. I rolled around a little, but grew tired rather quickly. I don't exercise much in the darkness. I work in the ball tinting department of the Sun Day Ball Factory and I sit most of the time. I bet it's warmer in row 12.

©LMY 3.31.2012


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To Town

She walked every morning. The country road was quiet most days. Her mind wandered as she neared the tracks. Thinking of a bunch of nothings and a smattering of no-ones. Her worn athletic shoe stepped onto the silvery rail and she stopped to admire the beauty. Her wandering mind thought of the small towns down those tracks. Small towns with even smaller minds. She knew the type. She turned around. If small towns were down the tracks, were the big towns up? Big towns with big minds? Opportunities? Success? Her inquisitive soul started up the tracks disappearing into the fog.

©LMY 3.31.2012


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Red Means Stop

"That damn light gets me every time!" he screamed at his reflection in the mirror. He threw his head back against the seat and rested for a few minutes. The temporary traffic light was set up months ago and was notorious for taking five minutes to change. Tap. Tap. Tap. He heard on his passenger side window. A bear holding a raccoon holding a cigarette was standing there. He rolled down the window. "Got a light?" says the raccoon. He reaches over to light the cigarette just as the bear yells "HONK!" His eyes open. The light is green. Go.

©LMY 3.31.2012


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Swinging

Oh, the fun we had! Swinging in the bright sunshine. The rush of wind. The scent of honeysuckle in the air. The arguments over who was first and how much time each turn should take. Apologies. Friends once again. After the rain, no one wanted to be first. Wet rope. Wet tire. Not much fun in the cold. Summers were special. Playtime was all the time. We thought those days would never end. Years passed. Deterioration began. All grown up. You left me alone. I hang here and only the wind moves me now. No laughter. I miss you kids.

©LMY 3.31.2012


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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      annathegreat111, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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      annathegreat111 5 years ago

      I love it

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      Lizam1, thank you so much! You're making me blush, but I appreciate your words!

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      Mark, thank you! I usually have an idea or story running around in my head all the time! Keeping paper nearby is a must! Thanks for the comment!

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      sandrabusby, I'll have to check out those Paris Hubs! Thank you so much for reading!

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      Lizam1 5 years ago from Victoria BC

      The pictures are evocative and them you give them a story - even more evocotive. Well done. Awesome.

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      Mark Pitts 5 years ago from United States

      You manage to make the mundane something that gives pleasure. Great!

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      Sandra Busby 5 years ago from Tuscaloosa, Alabama, USA

      I like this. This is the way I wrote my Paris hubs, just picked a picture and let the memories flow. Great hub.