When I heard that the Trump administration was sending what amounted to a private army to harass peaceful demonstrators in Portland, Oregon, I was aghast. As details emerged about their treatment at the hands of these thugs, most right-thinking Americans were horrified. Tactics employed by these agents of Donald Trump were mindful of a repressive, Third World dictatorship. This mistreatment included being blindfolded with hoods, shackled and thrown into waiting vans, all without identification on the part of these agents, without reading of rights, without charges ever being filed. It’s intimidation. Ham-fisted jack boots unleashed by Trump to crush the neck of a peaceful opposition. It’s a sickening abuse of power.
I call this window Trump’s America. As the death toll mounts, he and his lackeys scurry to spread disinformation, lies, fear and hate to pursue their agenda. Beyond this double horror of pandemic and madness, there is hope. Black Lives Matter and other grassroots movements illustrate a groundswell of anger and disgust with the extremes of negative narcissism and entitlement that is Donald Trump. In this sense, black changes from the color of mourning to the color of resistance and hope for the future.
My most recent captures can hardly because triumphs but they are part of the record. The dearth of butterflies this summer has been a source of great consternation for me. Hopefully they will make a late in the season comeback. Hope springs eternal.
King GarGar and Queen Pirouette gathered the children together for a family announcement. There was Gargella, the eldest and a girl, followed closely in age by sister Pirouette la plus jeune. Next came the twins, little GarGar and LaLa. The four children hadn’t been in the same room together since the last family announcement. That was when King GarGar went off to war, so it was understandable that the children looked upon the gathering with some misgivings.
Queen Pirouette spoke first. “Children, we’ve asked you here in order to deliver some important news.”
“What is it, mama?” Asked Gargella, the self-appointed head of the children’s brigade.
“We’re having another baby!” Blurted out King GarGar who could barely suppress his exuberant joy.
The children burst out in unison with cries of delight. “This is fantabulous!” Pronounced Gargella.
Jez Braithwaite’s Water Water Everywhere Challenge
August 27: Rich blue
City Sonnet’s August Colors and Letters Photo a Day Challenge
Today was an example of letting go and letting God. It started with an argument between me and my husband when I told him that I was driving into DC to take pictures of the Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden. “You never asked me if I wanted to go along!” He complained. “Well, you’re welcome to come along,” I replied. “You know I’m in no shape to go into the city today!” He whined. “Okay. See you later!” I was off.
Once on the road, I started to get a bad feeling in my stomach. Traffic was turning out to be heavier than I expected. I began to get second thoughts about my planned outing. I hadn’t eaten anything yet today. My mouth was dry and I didn’t even have a bottle of water. Is this field tripped ill-advised, after all? I asked myself. Well, that was answer enough for me. If I begin to question what I’m doing, it’s time to reevaluate and if necessary, to retreat. It’s better to make a good run than a bad stand.
I got to what amounted to the point of no return and took the exit. I decided I would double back home on back roads. Low and behold some new options opened up to me. There was a nursery on the side of the road. I made a mental note to visit them before going home. I drove to a church nearby called Saint Mother Seton. Wouldn’t you know that when I got there, I it was closed but there was a garden in front. There I encountered one of the most amazing creatures that I’ve ever photographed. At first I thought it was an insect, but on closer inspection, I realized it was a hummingbird! It was no bigger than my thumbnail. I basically pointed my camera at it as it darted among the blossoms, said a Hail Mary, and hit the shutter. Below is what I was able to capture. It’s not as crisp as I would like, but I still think they are worthy.
Volumes from the palace library were put to good use in the education of the royal children. Precious tomes, bound in leather with illustrations in the marginalia were shelved according to subject. Often the three royal princesses took lessons together for such subjects as comportment. Lady Bitterschmidt, their instructor in this matter had been their mother’s instructor for the exact same subject twenty years prior.
“All right, children!” She said. “Today we are going to work on our posture.” The two elder girls groaned with displeasure. The youngest, little LaLa held a big, thick book in her hands. This was to be her first lesson on the subject, so she was ill-prepared for what lay in store.
“All right, girls!” Bellowed Madame Bitterschmidt. “Balance your book on your head and then walk from where you standing to the opposite wall!”