This night is dark I am alone Grandmother whispers I hear silence Her face turned away I see her cheekbone I see her hand moving Ambient light From memory . Bear 12August2021 ⓒBearspawprint2021
Yesterday, I made a pie.
I cut the pie into quarters, intending for Roy to get one half and Corky to get one half.
When cleaning up, later in the evening, I looked at the pie. There were one quarter and one eighth slices left.
They each said they did NOT make any additional cuts or slices to the pie. Roy told me he had eaten least half.
Corky told me he ate one quarter.
How can that be?
In the morning, Corky ate all that was left.
I am pretty sure I made a pie with only four quarters, not a pie with nine eighths.
Agawela August 14, 2017
My second oldest son at age nineteen.
My Grandson runs for a winning touchdown, one shoe off and one shoe on. Rain kept the temperature down to comfortable.
He ran so fast, he ran right out of his shoe.
After the game with two shoes on, and the helmet off. “I’m not tired. I want to play another game.”
Photography by my Daughter In Law, his Mama.
Corky and I have slightly different ideas about what fun is.