I honestly feel out of place and honored reading your stuff, especially for free! It's like being a kid and getting secretly smuggled into Yankee Stadium in the 30's and being able to watch Babe Ruth or Joe DiMaggio go to batting practice. Hitting ball after ball into different parts of the bleachers, while just joking around or talking to the pitcher or the coach, while still not being able to hear what's being said. It's like watching something classic or eternal unfold. Too high praise? I don't think so. That first one, especially. Every line had me close to tears, in deep, faded memory!
...and not a single note of sentimentality in these snaps - that itself borders on miraculous, given the subject... hmm, I guess some writers can pull that off... I'm here to learn.
And this is why you’re one of my favorite writers and why whatever means you choose as your courier pigeon to get your stories to us doesn’t matter two bits. Love, love, love, and thank you.
lovely. snap 2 really hit home. I think we all have a collection of these "every once in a while" memories that seem mundane but keep reoccurring and make us pause and ponder, why this?
Tears drop in Maine.; a plunge in ice before Memorial Day. . Memories are wrapped in tears , held back years that flow when least expect them to fall from the eyes. I keep telling myself they are dew and let me see more clearly the few hours of a day’s sunshine left and so much more to write.
“feeling of being so close to something that sweet without ever knowing it” — You captured this snap perfectly. I know that feeling.
yeah, and that realization is almost always in hindsight. Thanks Holly.
I honestly feel out of place and honored reading your stuff, especially for free! It's like being a kid and getting secretly smuggled into Yankee Stadium in the 30's and being able to watch Babe Ruth or Joe DiMaggio go to batting practice. Hitting ball after ball into different parts of the bleachers, while just joking around or talking to the pitcher or the coach, while still not being able to hear what's being said. It's like watching something classic or eternal unfold. Too high praise? I don't think so. That first one, especially. Every line had me close to tears, in deep, faded memory!
It’s true! I feel the same.
Thank you! And thank you so much for the subscription.
...and not a single note of sentimentality in these snaps - that itself borders on miraculous, given the subject... hmm, I guess some writers can pull that off... I'm here to learn.
I don’t know how you do it but I’m glad you do!
Don’t let them tell you different
You inspired me when you were talking about water, I decided to repost that old snap about tears.
Sometimes my yapping leads to good
I have a memory like #2, a bit different but also a missed connection - now I want to write about it too.
You should!
All our life in a tear - I think I need to cry more often!
A new favourite Snap xx
I highly recommend it! :)
And this is why you’re one of my favorite writers and why whatever means you choose as your courier pigeon to get your stories to us doesn’t matter two bits. Love, love, love, and thank you.
Thank you, I love that.
"All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was." I just loved this.
Me too! That line is from a quote by Toni Morrison that I had actually used as a prompt. I sampled it!
lovely. snap 2 really hit home. I think we all have a collection of these "every once in a while" memories that seem mundane but keep reoccurring and make us pause and ponder, why this?
Yeah, exactly and they crop up for a short period and then go away again and get replaced. Brains are strange!
love the visual of putting tears under a microscope, seeing what memories swim around there.
sometimes a good cry can elicit an endorphin rush afterwards. kind of reminds me of running.
Tears drop in Maine.; a plunge in ice before Memorial Day. . Memories are wrapped in tears , held back years that flow when least expect them to fall from the eyes. I keep telling myself they are dew and let me see more clearly the few hours of a day’s sunshine left and so much more to write.
You renewed my wish to be able to cry more frequently and feel that tear. And I loved both snaps.
"porcelein claws" !!!