Fiction Friday: Touching the Sky

Posted on March 6, 2015 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Erin Leary

Touching the Sky

“I don’t see the resemblance,” the mushroom said. “The pinecone doesn’t look like you.”

“Not now,” replied the fence, “but eventually it will grow into a tree, just like I was.”

“What happened to you?” the mushroom asked. “Why are you naked?”

“Don’t get me started,” the fence said, wincing. “In 50 years that pinecone will be a tree so tall it will block the sun.”

The fence and the mushroom were quiet, in contemplation. For the mushroom, the thought of 50 years was unfathomable, but the fence had fond memories of wind in its branches, of touching the sky.
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Tutankhamun’s Water Bottle, Sketch 035

Posted on March 5, 2015 by treshabarger

Sketch of the water bottle (ceramic flask) from Tutankhamun's embalming cache

Neck needs to be longer

Water Bottle from Tutankhamun’s Embalming Cache, ca. 1336–1327 BCE

Sketch 035: Water Bottle from Tutankhamun’s Embalming Cache, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Gift of Theodore M. Davis, 1909

Blue-ringed Dancer

Posted on March 5, 2015 by treshabarger

A Blue-ringed Dancer dragonfly, Argia sedula. (I’m pretty sure that’s what it is, even though the dragonfly guide I have doesn’t list it.) Photo taken yesterday, just before the cold front came through.

Blue-ringed Dancer

Moustache Cup, Sketch 034

Posted on March 4, 2015 by treshabarger

Last year I came across the Moustache Cup Collection at the Bell County Museum. I was quite taken with the exhibit. Tea time was a serious business!

Our electricity went out this morning for just over an hour. I sketched this cup while sitting near the dining room window, which usually has a ton of natural light. This morning, however, there is heavy fog and visibility is limited to about 100 yards. This is how the cup looked to me in the fog light.

How it looked, in the fog light

I managed to find two moustache cups at an antique store, although I don’t think mine are really antique. It seems they were popular from about 1860 to 1930.