Weekly Photo Challenge: Magic

For this week’s challenge, find some magic, and charm us with it.

I followed the dewy fragrance and stumbled upon the garden. It twinkled and rustled. And then I heard a faint splash. A melodic squeaking filled the air. Yes, it squeaked but it had a fullness. What could it be? I knelt for a closer look.


Closer still. This is what I saw.


I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he was. The golden fairy bug, blowing some sweet sounds on his sax. I could really hear him now. Man, he could play. 

Here’s the full view of the fairy garden. I’m sure he wasn’t alone.


Ah, it was magical.

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Pure

For this week’s challenge, share a photo of something pure — it can be a person, an object, or a moment.

Here is a picture of my son and his cat Lucky. He is a Lucky cat and my son is lucky to have him.

It’s pure love

pure adoration

they search for each other in their dreams

when they knew each other when

long ago

I know

pure luck

a bond fierce and tight

(and no room for anyone else)


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Vibrant

This week’s photo challenge is Vibrant.

This week, share a photo of something vibrant. Let’s wash the web with a rainbow of colors to keep the winter gloom at bay.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes it takes a bit of grey to see the color.

These orange doors caught my eye. How could they not? I named this “Orange Boost.”

OrangeBoost (2)

I didn’t say it was pretty, but how about that orange? Or, do you think this color is red?

On a grey day, I think this field of green looks especially vibrant. For once, California is enjoying some rain. This field is usually brown for most of the year. I had to snap a photo to remember this lovely color.


And now…a splash of yellow. I took this one a few years ago in the Municipal Rose Garden in San Jose. Spring will be here in no time. 


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Transition

This week’s photo challenge is Transition.

The Throw


Where did it go?


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Symbol


Here we have a Staff, Treble and Musical Notes and another photo with my son’s keyboard. Music is our universal language and, for me, any symbols of it are the equivalent of the peace sign.

Staff, Treble and Notes
Staff, Treble and Notes with Instrument

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Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: 2015 Week #25

I saw Cee’s challenge over at Ali’s blog, Drailman on Life, and wanted to join in. I love taking pictures of paths. I have many and here are a few. The goal of this challenge is to take a photo featuring a path, road, bridge or whatever, in which it is the main focus.

And I was so inspired, I wrote a poem. I hope I didn’t break too many rules.


Is my life over
Or has it not begun?


Which way, that way
Why don’t you run?


Or skip or hop
Take in the view

You may not be here tomorrow
This much is true


Different thoughts
Will run through you

Breeze past you
Some will catch you off guard

Railroad Tracks

Today you will choose
A path not there yesterday

In front of you now
Voices swift


The hand you hold near


Intergalactic – Friday Fictioneers – 07/26/13

It’s great to be back with the Friday Fictioneers after a brief hiatus. I look forward to reading as many stories as I can. Thank you, Doug, for the gorgeous photo for inspiration and to Rochelle for her generous time.

I’m not sure what this is. I hope you enjoy it.

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Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Intergalactic (100 words)

When my mother tells me, as she often does, “Timmy, you got your head in the clouds,” I always thought it a compliment. What better way to pass the time than in billowy, floating cream puffs? When I am older I will fly amongst their glittery, vaporous masses with the seagulls, airplanes, and satellites.

“Drink your juice,” she taps my glass.

When she says, “I’m beside myself with excitement, literally,” I want to laugh. Who talks like this? My mother makes no sense.

Moments before launching into intergalactic space, I understand, my earth self gazing up at me, wishing me well.