Fiction Friday: From Now On

Posted on July 11, 2014 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Kelly Sands

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Charlie’s mirror shows him a teenage boy with disheveled hair, mismatched shirt and pants, scuffed shoes, worn jacket. I’ll save my tips and change that, he thinks.

Leaving the house, he looks up at the cloud cover, smiling. The early cold front dropped the temperatures noticeably. His uncle called, asking him to play his guitar on the café patio with the fire pit. “I need something extra to keep customers happy,” his uncle said.

Humming as he walks to his first gig, Charlie deems the clouds lucky instead of gloomy, and decides to introduce himself as Charles from now on.
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Friday Fictioneers: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Light Levels (1)

Posted on July 9, 2014 by treshabarger

A group of photographers met at the Texas Capitol where we took photos at different light levels. Now that I’m taking more photographs with my new camera, one thing I notice is how hazy the sky is a lot of the time. In my mind, the sky is blue, blue, blue; in my photographs, only sometimes. These two photos were taken just minutes from each other, just before sunset. The sky is ever changing.

The Texas Capitol building with a half moon in the background

Texas Capitol with moon

Frost Bank Building

Hat Time

Posted on June 10, 2014 by treshabarger

The brutal heat and humidity are arriving in central Texas. Even the giraffes are wearing hats to try to keep cool.

Darling, you look marvelous!

Sunflower Season

Posted on June 4, 2014 by treshabarger

The sunflowers are starting to bloom. Soon most of the plants will be taller than me. We had seven inches of rain in May, so the sunflowers have a good start on the summer.

Starting sunflower season

Trailing Edge

Posted on May 28, 2014 by treshabarger

I stand under the trailing edge of the storm
As the last of the raindrops fall, gently, as an afterthought
Not so before the dawn, when rain charged down
As though responding to an urgent cry

Towards the east, clouds continue to roil, coil
Lashing lash out with their lightning bolt webs
Peeks of blue in the west, sky blue, as we say
Beckoning

The direction I choose determines my fate
Dark and dangerous or bright and promising
Either way, I know things aren’t always as they seem
I cannot tell you how many times I wanted to follow the clouds

Storm’s Trailing Edge

It's a long story …

a light-hearted look at life by Tresha Barger

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