Notes - such are the lives /

         Mid-afternoon. You decided to continue the blog. You first decided to continue writing so then it was a matter as to whether to share. This decision was sparked early in the morning because you awoke and couldn't sleep so you stepped to the first floor and sat next to your MacBook. Tired of words you looked at old photos. One struck your interest and with closer inspection you realized the photograph has nearly invisible aspects. "Spooky," you said aloud. Here is the picture of your backyard looking north; you had posted on your Facebook page four years ago, that last time you had seen it. - Amorella

Backyard, looking North on Hidden Creek Place

         1439 hours. First, it is a romantically set. looking straight up the almost dry run's rocky bottom I saw a tall slender figure dressed in a white shirt and gray pants taking a step with his left leg leaving the right temporarily behind. He is abnormally tall, Lincoln-like. His shoes or boots are presumably gray leather. He has to be eight or nine feet high, that is if his feet are touching the ground. I can see his right arm going forward and up countering his left leg. "Spooky," I said aloud. In front of the first good sized tree rising from the run on the right I see a face and left shoulder of a shirtless gray skinned man in black pants ready to move to the center bottom of the rock strewn run. Both figures are ghostly and I sense the fog though none exists. The sun is piercing through the summer leaves leaving spritely images. 'Where are the faeries?" think I. The slower and closer I look I see animal faces of different sorts. One is just above "North" on the left side of the run. Reminds me of a chicken head about the size of a shovel blade. Looking closely one can see other heads. One may be of a frog. (1458)

         So, what do you say to this little adventure in the mind, boy? - Amorella

         1459 hours. I still carry my childhood's imagination with me. I can look at things freshly. I know what trees and bushes look like. Those are images in the photograph. I am grateful I can also imagine the two men not in the photo.

         For what purpose? - Amorella

         1640 hours. I have my humanity.

         Post. - Amorella

         1641 hours. I need no other purpose than to show I am a human being. Each person reflects her or his own condition. Each adds her or his reality to the rest of nature. No more than a flower, no less. Each in its own being, in its own living.

         Earlier you had a 'valentine' lunch at Cracker Barrel then relaxed and read or wrote in the car while it rained rather thickly. Upon coming home you found there was a shooting in a south Florida high school. This, a refresh of violence seen in Westerville a few days ago. Kim knew the older policeman who was killed. She said he was a very kind man who helped her when she discovered her purse had been stolen from her car while she was running in the park a couple of years ago. That senseless killing was upsetting and discouraging. Always violence, you think, "endless throughout our lives." Yet, you took the time to see the faeries and ghosts who are not  in  photograph. - Post. - Amorella

         1654 hours. Such are the lives of us human beings.