Photo Challenge: Unusual

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The late father of my children and love of my life, reasoned, thought and wrote, in the very precisely bizarre manner of Lewis Carroll. Reading ‘Sylvie and Bruno’ is always surreal because I always wonder how there could possibly be two people in the world who actually think like that. What makes it more interesting is that he was born on the 70th anniversary of Lewis Carroll’s (Charles Lutwidge Dodson’) death. I was born and raised on Main Street, in a small town called Danbury, Connecticut. Danbury is nicknamed, Hat City because it was once the hat capital, boasting 57 hat factories (none, anymore). We found the references intriguing. (By-the-way, the chemicals used to cure the pelts that hats were made from, actually do cause eventual madness.)

Okay, so about this photo…

My son – who actually does where a top hat, came over to visit one morning last winter, with the baby. So when we were talking, my then, 20-month old granddaughter Alice, snatched her father’s hat and plopped it on her head. She quickly discovered that she had more hat than head. Being as opportunistic as she, I grabbed my iPhone and started snapping. I am always digitally altering my artwork and I thought this particular photo of Alice would be fun to play with in that way. What makes it unusual to me is that it actually seems to accurately capture some of the essence of the surreal and whimsical essence of my family.

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Whoop – There It Is!

I spent the last hour or so, going about my business, wondering whether or not I wanted to enter an entry for today’s daily word prompt, detonate. I wasn’t necessarily feeling it. I was more preoccupied with other things this afternoon – and then my 21-year old sent to my iPhone, a meme that is going around…

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In ‘hood vernacular
from back in the day
I have to say:
That’s the bOmb.

New Phases

I was blessed with a Mama’s girl. A good one, too. At 21, she remains close to my skirts, still. Tomorrow night, my husband will board a plane from Oklahoma and be here all week. Although we talk to him several times a week, we have not seen him since 2008. On Thursday, her godfather will arrive from Connecticut. We don’t know whether her grandfather will take a bus or accept a ride from Tennessee…Her biological father died before she was born but it is lovely that these men come through for her. It is a transitional time as my youngest, my baby girl, prepares herself to walk across that stage and into her life. She simply has one final final to do and in less than a week, she will be graduating college with the first of many degrees.