Archive | May, 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge – In the Background

25 May

Weekly Photo Challenge – In the Background :  The challenge is to take a photo of yourself showing your reflection with the foreground or background as the main focus.  This can be done using shadows, family and friends, but remember to include yourself in the shot.  Many times, we neglect to notice the things in our every day lives as a form of art.

Below is the link to the Daily Post who puts out many amazing photo challenges.  Why not give it a try and see what emerges.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/weekly-photo-challenge-in-the-background/

Memorial Weekend - Grey Beauty - 1951

Memorial Weekend
2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I tried capturing this grey beauty’s interior with me in the background, but I think it’s a little off. As you can see, I come through pretty clear as does my background. At any rate, she’s a gorgeous 1951 sedan with red and black interior. Too bad it’s just sitting out in the sun with no one to drive her.

1951

Kepler Road

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More snaps of this little gem are below.

Memorial Weekend 2013

Copyright – Tadalena Warner

Memorial Weekend 2013

Copyright – Tadalena Warner

Memorial Weekend 2013 Copyright - Tadalena Warner

Memorial Weekend
2013
Copyright – Tadalena Warner

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IT

22 May

Photo Copyright – Danny Bowman

IT
By Tadalena Warner

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!”

“Hello”

“Gloria, you won’t believe this, but I found it!”

“Found what?”

“I found it, you know the it we’ve been looking for.”

“You said that last time and it turn out to be nothing more than a porthole to the sales department at Sears and Roebuck no less.”

“I’m telling you, it’s the it we’ve been looking for.  Get the guys and meet me at the corner of 5th and Madison.”

2hrs later

“What took you so long?”

“Well….”

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter.  Where are the others?”

“They…”

“OH MY STARS…”

“What?”

A Winter’s Tale

22 May

A Winter’s Tale

By Tadalena Warner
(I wrote this in February of this year in hopes of winning a contest.  It didn’t work out so I am deciding to share it with you.  It’s a quick read, only 1872 words.  Tell me what you think.  I’d love to hear ways I could improve my writing.  Thank you in advance for your time and careful reading.  Enjoy.)

It is a beautiful winter morning.  Granted, it is frickin’ cold for Phoenix this year; it must be twenty degrees outside, but I am not deterred.  Today is going to be a glorious day!  As I sit on the bed, watching the cardinals flittering about the tree just beyond my window, I am reminded how precious this day is and how much I wish my mother were here.

I am sad one minute and giddy the next.  My head is spinning like a top while thoughts race through my heart to my head until I think I am going to puke.  We are getting married today and I hardly slept a wink last night.

The snow on the ground is beautiful.  It is perfect for the colors we picked out, black and white with touches of blood red for accent.  You will look grand in your kilt and bolero.  My dad will be there and perhaps my brother. There has not been any word on whether or not they will grant him leave.  He had to contact the American Red Cross to get to see mom before she died.  At least Nancy, Aunt Trixie, Aunt Elaine, and grandma will be here.  It will be a good day.

“Hey there sleepyhead” Claire pokes her head inside my room to check on me.  “You ready for some coffee?”  She is so good, always looking to do anything for anyone.  Claire is the mother of Jodie and Scott, two of Cory’s best friends and mine.

“Not yet, I think I will be my shower and meet you downstairs in a bit.”  My stomach is still doing summersaults and I fear that coffee would only make matters worse.

“Okay, just holler if you change your mind, I won’t be too far.  Cory and Jake are looking for his shoes.  Seems he forgot them or lost them somewhere between here and where they stayed last night.”

“Uh, okay.”  I am still too nervous to give a proper reply.  What if’s keep running through my head.  What if I slip and fall?  What if I forget something?  Good grief, what if I forget my name?  Wait, what is my name?  Oh yeah, it is Laura, uh no it is not.  Oh my, it has happened already, I have lost it!  Get a grip Sweets, your name is Darla.

*****

Running down stairs, I almost trip over my own feet.  I see Becky coming from the dining room where they are finishing breakfast.  “Take her easy, Darla.  Don’t wanna see you hurt on your big day.”  She calls out before slipping into the powder room.  This house is enormous and grand beyond my wildest dreams.  The coquina floors have a warm glow that compliments the décor.  There is a large spiral staircase at the main entry of the house.  To the left is an alcove where there is a mini bar of onyx marble and gold fixtures.  Beyond that is a grand dining area.  The furniture is ornate and fine and the carpet beneath my feet is of the finest silks from India.  The beauty is breathtaking!

“Did you guys save any for me?  I am starved!”  I go to help myself, but am motioned to sit where there is already a place setting.  Good gravy, I can see my reflection in the spoon.  Not half bad if I say so myself.  “Everything looks delicious.”

“Did you sleep well?”  It is Rachel she is Becky’s mother.

“As well as can be expected; actually, I think I got two hours in all.”

“You aren’t getting cold feet are you?”  She asks, knowing all too well the answer.

“Not on your life, this is the day I have been waiting for!  It has been a long time coming.”  At least it feels like it has been an eternity since we decided to take the plunge into matrimony.

It all came rather quickly after the death of my mother.  She struggled for almost six months before her body gave out.  The cancer ravaged her body and mind, but not her spirit.  I do miss her.  It is all I can do to keep my composure when asked about her these last couple of months.  She passed in November and it is now the middle of January.  Some say I rushed into marriage all too quickly after her passing, but it felt as though God was leading me.  I take another sip of my coffee and look out the dining room window.  Clouds have gathered and the sky has turned a dismal shade of gray and blue.  Off in the distance, I can see that it is starting to drizzle.  Confound it; we are having an outside wedding!  As I take one last bite of my eggs and toast, I am reminded of how short time is before we say our I do’s and now I have to check about the rain.

*****

Racing back up stairs, I bump into Jessica.  “Did you see the sky?”  I ask.

“No, not yet, why?”

“It’s dark and starting to drizzle.”  Everyone has started to arrive.  The hall is buzzing with half-clad women and their mothers tugging at dresses, ribbons, and curlers.  “Have you seen Rebecca?”

“I saw her a moment ago.  She was heading to the parlor to get her hair done.  I have to go help Scarlet.”  With that, she was off, down the hall, and plain out of sight before I knew it.

I am scurrying down the stairs, fighting against the flow of traffic, and desperately trying not to fall.  It is funny when I hear people use the term fall or falling when pertaining to matters of love.  To fall denotes a matter of catastrophe or at least mild injury.  Falling in love…anyway, it leaves me as quickly as it entered.

As I step into the foyer, I am desperately trying to remember in which direction is the parlor.  There are so many rooms to this house that they should have a map.  Down the main hall, I can see four, no six doors; all of which are shut.  Which one…which one?  Well, when all else fails, knock on all of them.

Door 1-Knock knock:  (No answer)

Door 2-Knock knock:  “Yes”

It’s Ms. Caitlin, she’s Carrie’s mom.  “Have you seen Rebecca?”

“Not in the last hour, what’s going on?”

“It’s starting to look like rain and I was wondering if she could check to see if they have ideas; umbrellas or something.”

“Well, I am sure we could probably figure something out.”

“Don’t you worry none, it is your day to shine, be happy, and smile.  I need to get back to work”

“Okay, I won’t keep you.”  She is right; things are going to be great.  We have prayed about and for this day for months.  Nothing could possibly spoil today.  With that, I skip the remaining doors and head back upstairs to help my bridesmaids.

*****

It is a wonderful sight to see.  Al my dearest friends are hurrying about just for Cory and me.  They are helping one another do their hair.  Some are helping adjust dresses or mend tears in stocking with nail polish.  Some are even helping by running to get drinks.  With that, many bodies in one-room things are bound to get warm.  Therefore, what do we do to remedy that, we turn down the air and keep going.

“Darla,” a voice calls from behind.  Turning, I can see it is Francis.  She is the youngest of my bridesmaids.

“Yes”

Holding out her gown, “I can’t figure out how to put this on.  There are so many zippers in the way and it just doesn’t make any sense.”

I look at her and her complete frustration and smile.  “Okay, this is how…”  With a little help and giggling, we manage to get her dressed and looking beautiful.

Only forty-five minutes until show time and I am standing for the full length mirror in my room.  I look at the beading on my gown.  It is beautifully done and reminds me of the piece I made my mom when I was younger.  It was a small tufted pillow in soft pastels and mauve.  I embroidered organza silk roses with ribbon leaves.  The beading was sparse, but overall it was pretty.  Seeing the look of joy in my mother’s eyes was worth every needle prick and the bandages.  I miss her terribly.  She should here today.  She should be the one helping me with my hair or helping me adjust my gown.  Cory would not even let me order a groom’s cake for today.  Tradition says the mother of the groom is supposed to make the cake.  It is also supposed to be in the groom’s favorite flavors, but since his mom passed, he said, ‘no other woman should ever have sweet dreams because of me.  I belong to you.’

The rain is starting to clear and there is a hint of blue in the sky.  It could not have happened at a better time!

Fifteen minutes remaining.  I can feel the butterflies swelling in my stomach.  I’d rather they were dancing in the air, but such is life.

Knock knock:  Claire has popped her head in the door.  “Are you ready?”  I nod and smile.

The large double doors leading to the courtyard are impressive.  They are stained mahogany with ornate carvings.  As we get closer, I can see what looks to be my brother.  I am not wearing my glasses, so it is difficult to tell.  It is him!  He is dressed in his Navy uniform.  Awe, he looks so handsome.  I am trying to run, but it is not easy carrying around the weight of this gown.  With tears running down my cheek, we embrace.

“Hey, stop it; you will ruin your make up.”  He said.

“I am just so happy you made it” was my reply.

“It is time; we need to get you in position.”  Claire piped in.

“Okay”

“You look amazing” My brother is the consummate flatterer.

Claire is almost frantic when she grabs my shoulders.  “Come on, we have got to go.”

“Okay…okay”

“Go on, it is time”

*****

‘Thank you,’ I mumble under my breath.

“Huh?”

“Can you believe it, for or a moment there, I was certain they would keep him from coming.”

“It is a wonderful blessing.”  Claire says.

I can hear the wedding march play as I take my dad’s arm.  The flower girl has gone as have the last of my bridesmaids.  Clutching dad’s arm we begin our walk.  As we pass through the doors the chilling air hits my cheeks and shoulders, but I am not deterred.  My eyes and heart are focused on the man standing at the end of my journey.  A few more steps and we are there.

Finally, dad passes me off to Cory.  Standing before the man of my dreams, I can hardly contain my excitement or my tears.  This is by far the happiest moment of my life!  Taking the handkerchief from his jacket, Cory dabs my eyes and leans in to whisper ‘I love you’ in my ear.

Thank you, Jesus for your love and many blessings.

Picture It & Write

20 May

Picture It and Write 

By Tadalena Warner

woman-reading-by-a-lake.jpg

Beverly and Alex have just finished an amazing steak dinner at the best bistro this side of Fitzwilliam, New Hampshire.  Upon returning to the cam

p, Alex announces he needs to return to town before the corner store closes.
“Okay” she says, kissing him through the car window.  “I’ll be here.  I love you.”“I’ll be right back, honey,” he says, before giving her a kiss.

“I love you too”

Walking through the house, she snatches a book before heading onto the porch overhanging the pond. Beverly heads straight through the left gate and onto the deck.  It’s late April and the weather is unnaturally warm for this time of year.  Disrobing her red wool overcoat, she lays it out before lying down.

He pours milk into her tea before even asking.  Little did she know, he laced it with oleander from the shrubs out back.  His years as an arborist gave him a fountain of knowledge.  In the right hands in an opportune moment, it could manifest a perfect crime.  This was such a moment.  Harold had grown tired of his wife’s constant nagging to have a baby.  He had his children with his first wife and did not want more, but within his courtship of wife number two, he neglected to make this little piece of knowledge known.  Had he told her, she would not have married him, let alone sleep with him before their wedding.  That was four years ago, and Rebecca’s growing impatience had taken its toll on her, him, and their marriage.  It didn’t help that Steven was laid-off from his long standing position as an air traffic controller or that he began not one, but two affairs from his wife’s tennis club.

“Here, sweetheart, try this new tea I found online.”  He said; handing her the rose teacup trimmed in gold.  It was part of her favorite tea set, given to her by her grandmother on their wedding day.

“But …” Was all she could get out before he poured the milk.  “Honey, you know I’m lactose-intolerant.”

“That’s why I used coconut-milk, babe.  It tastes a bit different from the original recipe, but it’s still good.”  Raising his own cup to his mouth, he motions Rebecca to do the same.  She’s hesitant, but goes ahead.  Harold is forever bringing her morsels of this and that for her to sample since he was laid-off.  He fancies himself a virtual Jacque Pepin or Alton Brown.  If it’s not a new hybrid of vegetable he’s grown in the garden, it’s an exotic dish from Zimbabwe or New Delhi.  He once order camel hoof from Quatar for a makeshift romantic dinner in their backyard.  However, this was not a time for romance.  This was the last straw to a very tiring and exhausting eight months of making excuse after excuse for why it was not a good time to have a baby.

Your prize, her sentence

18 May

Your prize, her sentence
By Tadalena Warner

The nerve,
it was you,
heartless, ruthless,
cunning in your crew.
Underneath that façade,
your beast,
careful in aiming your piece.
Spilling blood as honey,
you stole innocence,
a life; hers, for money.

Have you ever heard…

14 May

Have you ever heard…
By Tadalena Warner

Have you ever heard meadowlark sing
As dew in the grass, a diamond in the green
Have you ever heard a ladybug crawl
Echoes in the ear, footsteps in the hall
Have you ever heard angels in love
Wings flutter by from heaven above
Have you ever heard a heart beating true
It’s that hum between me and you
Have you ever heard the night sky fall
A moment in time only some can recall
I’ve heard all these things and more
It’s what beckons me in returning to the shore