Camera Stories

“Excuse me. Is the bar still open?” I look up from cleaning to see an older male with an overly patched burlap messenger bag that has seen better days. I motion for the man to sit down at a table that doesn’t have its chairs upturned. “The bar is closed for the night, but I can get you something. What would you like?” I asked. “A dirty martini,” he replied. “Extra gritty, double olives?” “It’s the only way I roll.” As I m...

Chapter 16 The Brainstorm “This is our horse!” screams my husband. “We caught him in the field! Finders keepers!” answers the man who played the guitar, as he turns his back to us, and joins the crowd. As they walk by us, Sarji winks at me. He’d wave with his hoof, but for all the people too close to him! “Oh, no, you didn’t!” Iris, pulling out his sword, is getting ready to go after them to fight for our horse, when Sada...

"Picture of a Monarch" Fluttering gently, all around Landing right in front of me, not making a sound This beauty is amazing. It has so much power. I stop in my tracks, to view a Monarch on a flower. Wings of bright orange. Petals of bright pink This sure beats any poster at the mall, I think. But the sight is so ephemeral. I know it won't last. So I run in to get my camera. I have to be fast! Fragile and velvety. Don't f...