State of Mind–Observing Nature #LeapDay

The WordPress photo challenge this week asked us about how a photo could reflect your state of mind.  This is to say, your state of mind is the same as an object evokes.  With this in mind, I took a photo.  The WordPress challenge is open to all.


The changes occurring in a puddle of water on a windy day are a little like my state of mind. When I see it, I feel happiness, and I know it is only temporary, that the wind will quiet and the puddle will evaporate or be drained.
I feel reality is a little like the puddle. When it is dominating, it ripples and it changes. Although reality as its most apparent is a static, understandable thing, the puddle in the wind doesn’t immediately race away from you, nor does it sit idle. It shifts and moves, but stays in one spot, visible to the eye. This is how I feel reality appears, and when I see a puddle in the wind, I feel gifted with a little more happiness, and reality is similarly favourable.
Many times a puddle in the wind is rare here; it takes a substantial rainfall and mysterious conditions from the heavens. When I saw this, I thought that I could make it into a photo because of the effect it was having on me, and perhaps it will have an effect on you. You may even enter into a similar state of mind as me.
If your state of mind is moved by my photo, perhaps you will “like” or “follow” my blog. Thank you for viewing my photo. Thank you to WordPress for suggesting such a nice photo prompt for the WordPress weekly photo challenge.

the conversation these three women are having

small“The day I ate the wedding cake, we staged a revolt,” said Janis, laughing. The day was a scorcher, beating down on the little-populated sidewalk intricately adorned with stripes and oval shapes. Behind the three girls, the mountains rose above the skyline like the picture of doom. Down here away from the wild, life was certainly easier, but also surprising, though the girls were familiar with one another and were fond of one another.
“Poor Gregg,” retorted Helen, pleased by the strange joke. The girls were in sync together, but Tricia seemed stern.
“Poor Gregg!” continued Janis, giggling. “He fired the starter pistol!” Helen and Janis laughed together. However, Tricia didn’t join in their mirth.
“Oh, come on,” Janis said admonishingly to Tricia. “Whatever is the matter?”
Tricia looked down slightly, the sweat on her brow slightly glinting in the afternoon sun. “It is my folks,” she told Janis and Helen. “They called last night from the farm.” “Optimistically, I hope,” observed Janis. “It was good, wasn’t it?”
“Not altogether,” replied Tricia. “I have some things to do back there now.”
“What is that farm called?” asked Helen. “It had a funny name, didn’t? Frithercourt… Ripplehold…. What is it?”
“Snestercote,” answered Tricia. “The farm is named Snestercote.”
“That’s it,” declared Helen. “Whatever is the matter?”
“My parents are in financial straits,” Tricia hesitantly told her girlfriends. “When I heard from them this time, I promised I would be back there soon.”
“Too bad,” Janis uttered, a bit gushing. “You will miss so much this weekend!”
“It’s true,” agreed Helen. “We’ll have the time of our lives and you will miss the party!”
“All the same,” continued Janis, “I hope you manage. It’s hard when the bills must be paid.”
“They get paid,” replied Tricia. “I’m going as soon as I can. I need to talk to Doyle.”
“That idiot,” said Helen, sneering. “Will he give you the time off work?”
Tricia nodded, her long raven-coloured hair swinging behind her. “He never makes me come in when there’s a problem. There are enough people there that they can cover.”
“It will be just Janis leading the revolt when we hit the town,” joked Helen. “Leaving us!”
“Duty calls,” argued Tricia. “I only hope I can talk sense into my dad. He is stubborn about money.”
“Stubborn is Doyle keeping a promotion off your desk,” agreed Helen. “You’ve worked there so long and hard.”
“It isn’t easy moving up. Not everything in life comes easy,” philosophized Tricia, trying not to pout.
“You deserve it, though,” argued Helen.
“Well, maybe,” said Tricia. “It doesn’t matter right now. I have enough in my savings for my mom and dad with the problems they have. I’m sure they’ll take it. I’ll tell them that they can repay me. I’ll just convince my dad to accept, and my mom.”
“You’ll talk them into it,” put in Janis. Her Elven collar bounced on her shoulders. “You could talk a fish into buying running shoes. They’ll see reason.”
“Running shoes!” repeated Helen.
“One way or another, my mom and dad will keep Snestercote. I know in my heart that’s what they want.” Tricia noticed the sky for the briefest of moments. “Everything will be all right.”
“Don’t worry,” Helen reassured Tricia.