Monday, February 29, 2016

Snapshots - Ybor 9-11 Memorial

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.






Sculpture nearby at the Sheriff's office

And you know I can't pass up a tree, cloud, and blue sky

Or a critter walking by

A lot of these guys hanging around Ybor City

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Series - Lowry Park 4

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Luby hanging around.

Tracey checking out the crowd.

Marcy showing off her ankle braclets. 

Howard, just a little indifferent to about everything.

George feeling a little huffy.

"Who are you calling huffy?"

Isabelle the Scarlet Ibis

Horatio, wondering where everyone went.


Saturday, February 27, 2016

Series - Lowry Park 3

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

"Honey. I'm gonna hoof it over to the pub for a beer."

"What? Did you say?"

"Uh, nuttin' Honey. Just mumblin' to myself."

Great Egret, feathers fluttering in the breeze.

"What are you lookin' at my butt for!"

"I'm out of here."

Ha. One last shot.

"Mum. Does this outfit make me look chubby?"

Friday, February 26, 2016

Series - Lowry Park 2

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Cranes rock.

"Now where did my wallet go?"

"Got any snacks?"

Keeva and her foster mom Abby, enjoying the rays.

The Thinker

"I think I can reach that girls candy."

Always on the lookout for bright color.

"So far, the sky is NOT falling."

Thursday, February 25, 2016

For June Kartoffel

An image that might work for my WIP, by June Kartoffel


Series - Lowry Park 1

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. I lub my aminals.

Sleepy Bear

Handsome Bird

Libby the Ibis

Klinger, the flamenco. 

"Flamingo, you idiot!"

Manatees has such widdle eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

"Yeah. Don't ya have something better to do?"

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Passage from my WIP - Introspection

I stripped off my wife-beater and undies and studied the figure in the mirror. I hate my hair. Vonda clipped it once a month to keep it off my shoulders, but long enough to tie in a pony. She said the rag-look helped me fit in as a street person. The tied-back look could be chic if necessary, and avoided a hand hold if I ever got in a fight.
How does a girl learn to use makeup? I imagined myself sitting at a foofy counter being tutored. Composed an excuse for total ignorance. Just off the Mennonite farm. Maybe I could look a little better than an ugly homeless woman. The bags under my eyes would be a task.
At least I have good teeth.
There was nothing to do with the scars. If I ever met a man I wanted to bed he’d vomit once he got me naked. I’d have to make sure any sexual adventures were in a dark room.
As though I’d ever entice a man. Vonda’s instruction had prioritized how to tell anyone to get lost, with vigor. Not draw them into a conversation. I flipped the mangy image a bird and started my shower.




Snapshots - Just loving trees

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. I Confess. I'm a tree hugger.