Daily Prompt: The Power of Touch

The fabulous not to be missed smooth to the touch Commander’s Palace Bread Pudding Souffle.

English: The Commander's Palace, New Orleans, ...
English: The Commander’s Palace, New Orleans, Louisiana. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Bread Pudding Souffle
Commanders Palace Bread Pudding Souffle

It came to the table warm from the oven; the waitress brought a spoonful of the whiskey sauce to the top and gently prodded open the crust and poured the sauce inside. A spoonful of this is a bite from heaven. Really. Warm and creamy and the tang of whiskey and sweet and ooooohhhhhhh so good.

Not only that, but the textures of shiny ceramic plate, paper frilled doily (how often do you see that anymore???) and the crusty top over a mushy sweet insides? Now there’s TEXTURE.

Daily Prompt: The Natural World

When I arise each morning, I walk across the hall to our office where I have my electric teapot and cup, and I look out the window “to measure each day’s grace” as I wrote in At the Boundary, my recently published book of poetry. The willow tree we planted five or six years ago is now thirty feet tall and measures the wind for me. It’s the first thing I look at. And then I watch the birds to see what they are doing, whether huddled in or busy on the lawn.

One of the nicest compliments I’ve had on my newly published book is that the words I use to describe what I see in nature places the reader in the same place. If you are one of those who has purchased the book, thank you. And if you’d like to purchase it,  clicking on the title above will take you to it.

Here’s my willow – a tree I’ve always wanted to have in my yard and now I do! Here’s two shots of it: Willow Against Fence (I also love the way our weathered board fence looks) and Willow Light, which reminds me of an Impressionist painting. The willow reminds me to move slow and to measure each day’s grace in the way I interact with the world.

Willow Against Fence
Willow Against Fence
Willow Light
Willow Light

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Daily Prompt: No Longer a Mere Mortal

I took this shot at the Bruce R. Watkins Cultural Centerwhen we went to hear two friends, Janet and Stanley Banks read poetry. She was so beautiful in herself, black beret, red coat, elegant make-up, that I wanted to shoot her as she listened to the poetry without her noticing me.

Then I noticed the display behind her: the legends, the leaders — certainly no mere mortals. Nor was she.

The Lady in Red
Lady in Red

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