Dirt track winds, around
Two creatures, then one alone
Up always up; bare.
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©irene waters 2014 The flash destroyed the picture but without the flash (as above) it is impossible to see the wonderful colours of the black.
Stunned by the events they had seen, the seven survivors, one old man, a youth, four nubile women and one child clung to the strong back bone on which they were now hurtling through the dark void towards the bright light.
Stuck in the past two of the women look backwards to what had been earth before the huge explosion had obliterated it and all its inhabitants; other than them.
One, the dying old man lies at the back of the raft, stuck in a twilight world and would soon join those other souls that had perished. The young man standing near him stares at the bright light at the end of the tunnel. His mother had always told him to stay away from the light. Nervously he worries that his time may also be near a conclusion.
Two women look out into the space through which they are travelling. They’re not frightened but overcome with the beauty of what had, when they had been on earth, appeared a black space but now close up they could see it contained all the colours of the rainbow. The red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet fill their hearts with joy, the beauty of it overwhelms them. Something this lovely was surely not something to be frightened of.
The child remains inquisitive, crawling as close to the end of the spine as possible to give her a better view. She didn’t have the young man’s knowledge of death. The explosion had happened so quickly she was unaware that the inhabitants of earth had actually died. Her journey had started simultaneously and her only emotion was curiosity.
Is there light at the end of the tunnel or should one stay away from the light?
This painting by an Australian artist Shannus O’Sullivan who studied at the Julian Ashton school of Art in Sydney in the 1950s and early 1960’s with the late Brett Whitely. He specialises in glaze painting.
This painting has given us many dinner party conversations and the above is my version of what the story of “the raft” is. You probably will have your own.
If any photographers have hints on how I could best take a photo to get the colours without the flash light I’d love to know.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/07/daily-prompt-colors/
“You have to turn it up so that your chest shakes and the drums get in between your ribs like a heartbeat and the bass goes up your spine and fizzles your brain and all you can do is dance or spin in a circle or just scream along because you know that however this music makes you feel, it’s exactly right.”
― Robin Benway, Audrey, Wait!
Janeece hated going to work in her new hospital. At least she wasn’t alone. Two other newbies were being given the same treatment as her. A charge nurse could make or break a work area and the sister in charge of the Intensive Care Unit she was now employed was a breaker. Janeece knew she did her job well. Already the intensivist was requesting she look after the sicker patients so why did the Charge Nurse hate her so much? Probably, she rationalised, because the government had closed down the hospitals that the three new staff members had previously worked and they had been forced upon Sister Pearson.
The most difficult part to bare was that she called every other staff member by their christian name and they in turn called Sister Pearson Edith, her christian name. Janeece and the other two were still Sisters Morrisson, Hennessy and Turner and they would certainly not have dared call her Edith. The two girls from Sydney Hospital were given a much harder time than Janeece, their work constantly being criticised. Sister Hennessy, an ex-rebel nun, was still the renegade and gave back as good as she got. Sister Turner escaped and cried. Janeece took it on the chin and bounced back in good humour. It was even easier to do this after she heard Sister Pearson’s life story from one of the older staff members.
“She was madly in love. She met him whilst she was doing her training. He was a patient and they fell in love and married as soon as she had finished her time. Her Mother wasn’t too pleased as he was a cattleman from out west and she was unhappy that her daughter would leave for a life of isolation in the bush. They hadn’t been married a year when he was killed in a tractor accident, three months before he was to become a dad.”
“What did Edith do?” Janeece asked using the dragon’s christian name in private but not yet to her face.
“She couldn’t manage the farm so she returned to the city where she had a baby girl.Her mother never forgave her moving and refused to have contact with her ’til the day she died. She had no choice but to work and work hard to give her daughter everything. The only life she has outside her daughter was work, and you can see she’s totally focussed on that. Really Janeece, you couldn’t get a better charge nurse. I know she makes your life difficult but she really does care.”
“That’s okay. I can cope. It’ll be easier now I know her background.”
Janeece knew she’d made it when just before Sister Pearson went on her four weeks holiday break she called Janeece by her given name and invited her to reciprocate. Although the other two newcomers enjoyed the four weeks without Edith, Janeece could see that ruling the ward with an iron rod ensured a high standard of patient care and looked forward to her return.
The day she was due back from holidays came but with no Sister Pearson. Someone rang her home – the phone rang out. Worried staff members tried to ring her daughter before remembering that she was off hiking in Nepal. She would have had no contact with her mother.
“She must have thought she was due back next week.”
“It just isn’t like her. She doesn’t forget.”
“We should report her missing.”
“Ring the hospitals and see if there has been an accident.”
“We can’t do nothing.” Anxious, the staff didn’t know what to do.
Finally the Intensivist made an executive decision. “If she is not back tomorrow I’ll contact the police myself.”
The next day dawned, grey and miserable. No Enid Pearson arrived to work. True to his word the intensivist went to the privacy of his office and rang the police.
To be continued……….
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/06/weekly-writing-challenge-cliffhanger/
Walking Zach, our German Shepherd dog is not done just for the his benefit nor for the exercise that it gives him and his two human companions but it is simply the best time I find for thinking.
Our first walk takes place early in the morning. We almost always walk through the park, pause for some stick throwing and a quick dip in the river and then, once at the park’s end, we decide which route we will take for the rest of the walk. All choices are scenic, quite and serene. The world is only just waking and has that fresh, still asleep look about it.
My husband and I on this first walk of the day are usually lost in our own thoughts; still in that twilight zone where communication outside your own head space is neither welcomed or desired. That comes later in the day but for now we are cocooned in our own little world. My husband, I think, wakes up thinking about his golf game and the technicalities of it and ponders this as he walks, with the occasional practice swing.
I wake up with wonderful ideas and solutions. The perfect phrase has come unbidden to me and I have to give serious thought to these developments. Often by the time we reach our favourite coffee shop an hour or so after we started out, I have a whole chapter ready to write or my toastmasters speech formulated, or solved the dilemma I had been wrestling with.
My theory on why this is so is simply that ,whilst sleeping, the inhibited part of my brain is in bed and the constrained brain is free to go where it wants. On first waking and in our case walking, because the day is so young the brain has not yet become cluttered with “I must remember I have the watering system on”, “I have to remember to…….”, the daily news, articles from the newspaper and, conversations had. This decluttered brain is still in a state that it can draw on what the creative ideas it formulated whilst I slept.
Whether this reasoning is correct or not, there is no doubt that this time spent walking simply the best dog is also simply the best time to think.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/06/daily-prompt-best/
Having my nephews stay with us for three weeks over the Christmas Holidays I learnt many of their favourite ways of staving off boredom. It appeared that by far the one they preferred was the First person to blink loses. If they played against me I always lost but they were experts. Obviously much practice had gone into the art of keeping the eyes wide open. Thinking a camera close up may cause a blink I decided to do some macro shots of the eyeball of my younger nephew.
He didn’t blink.
Phoneography Challenge, the Phone as Your Lens: Portrait of Light
The description of this award if A Blog that brings Light to a Dark World. What an honour that Maria Matthews from DecidinglyBob found at http://decidinglybob.wordpress.com thought my blog worthy of a nomination. If you haven’t met Bob and Maria yet they are worth a visit.
The accompanying rules and guidelines for this award are:
Three ways we like to help others people
The ways that I have chosen to help other people include
1. Volunteering with the Red Cross Disaster Services.
2. fund-raising for many charities including Westpac Rescue Helicopter.
3. On committees of voluntary organisations such as U3A and Toastmasters.
Most importantly I work towards taking action on climate, world peace and human rights with particular reference to refugees. I try to treat people with respect and afford them dignity irregardless of race or creed.
The Bloggers that I am nominating all light up the world with their blogs.
They are:
http://donkeywhispererfarm2010.wordpress.com
http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com/
http://gleanerhall.wordpress.com
http://speculationsimpressed.wordpress.com/
http://lensandpensbysally.wordpress.com
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