And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!
Plot out a short story.
Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem.
(you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).
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Today I don't have a story so much as a recollection.
Actually... several.
After all, I think most of us remember when our parents would make us all get in our "Sunday Best"
... especially for Easter. For guys, this usually meant a new suit or tie.
For the girls... at least in my family... it was a dress and a hat.
I love hats, and somewhere along the way got out of the habit of wearing them.
I'm thinking it's time to change that.
I don't know anything about these girls, save for the fact that
I have several photos of them growing up through the years that were in an album
I purchased at an antique shop several years ago.
I know the youngest daughter in the front, must have just gotten glasses,
because they are missing in earlier photographs of her. I also know she had a pet pig that she bottle fed.
At any rate, none of the sisters look thrilled to be all dressed up.
Seems like they would rather be back on the farm...
Today I don't have a story so much as a recollection.
Actually... several.
After all, I think most of us remember when our parents would make us all get in our "Sunday Best"
... especially for Easter. For guys, this usually meant a new suit or tie.
For the girls... at least in my family... it was a dress and a hat.
I love hats, and somewhere along the way got out of the habit of wearing them.
I'm thinking it's time to change that.
I don't know anything about these girls, save for the fact that
I have several photos of them growing up through the years that were in an album
I purchased at an antique shop several years ago.
I know the youngest daughter in the front, must have just gotten glasses,
because they are missing in earlier photographs of her. I also know she had a pet pig that she bottle fed.
At any rate, none of the sisters look thrilled to be all dressed up.
Seems like they would rather be back on the farm...