I'm With Her
Saw this female hawk today...she was on that thicker close branch, facing me, when I first saw her. So close! Then she flew back, and I took the shot. Love to you this chilly evening.
C.A. MacConnell
1/30/2017
I'm With Her
Saw this female hawk today...she was on that thicker close branch, facing me, when I first saw her. So close! Then she flew back, and I took the shot. Love to you this chilly evening.
C.A. MacConnell
1/25/2017
Photo: Playground
Playground
This one cracks me up. Hope you have a good day. I'm gonna have breaky break, then go back to bed. Why not.
C.A. MacConnell
1/24/2017
1/23/2017
This Woman's Vision
In grade school, I knew a part-albino girl who was legally blind. When she tried to read, she leaned over the desk and pressed her face right against the paper, straining to see each and every letter. Most of the time, she was virtually silent because undoubtedly, much of her energy was spent struggling to see. On the playground, she sat on a log, slowly peeled an orange, and stared off into the distance. Every single day, she sat there alone. Here and there, someone would reach out to her, but she only responded in whispers. She wasn't that shy; she just couldn't see who was speaking to her. In class, even if I approached her and stood nearly touching her, she couldn't tell who I was until she heard my voice. Back then, whenever I looked at her, I often wondered what it would be like to grow up knowing the world through voices and shapes.
Years later, I had to take my cat to the vet, and my regular vet was booked, so I drove across town to see another one. When we arrived, they shuffled us into Room 2, and we waited for the assistant to come in. Minutes later, a beautiful, pale-skinned woman with snowy, waist-length, thick, blond hair entered the room. Her eyes were round and perfect, a see-through blue, and she stood tall, holding a clip board. On her left hand -- a huge wedding ring, a shiny diamond made for a classy lady. And she did indeed appear classy and smart. When she smiled, her entire face glowed. And so did her hands. She was absolutely stunning.
And then I smiled, realizing that it was the same girl who was nearly blind in grade school. I was floored. There she was, looking right at me, not missing a beat, working at saving animals' lives. As we talked about the cat, I assumed that somewhere along the line, she'd had eye surgery, and her vision had been restored. She seemed thriving, happy, outgoing, and ever so free, but since she had never been able to truly see me in grade school, she didn't recognize me at all.
But then there was this moment -- she blinked hard, shutting her eyes, listening to me speak, and I could tell that all at once, she knew my voice. Lighting up, she smiled brightly, opened her eyes, and took some notes, wishing me on my way.
As I drove home, the vision of her stayed with me, building a presence somewhere in my heart and mind. Here was that shy, lonely girl I once knew. Now, she was suddenly transformed into a sharp, confident, glowing woman. I felt my chest fill up at the thought of the change. I thanked the universe for my sight, for her sight, and for the passage of time, which can sometimes show how miracles develop, grow, and radiate outward.
Back in the day, such a quiet girl, one who would seem to slip through the cracks. But in the end, sometimes it's the quietest ones who shine the most. Sometimes, behind the scenes, without barely even a whisper, without the faintest desire to be seen, without any need for recognition, one humble person can save lives.
C.A. MacConnell
Years later, I had to take my cat to the vet, and my regular vet was booked, so I drove across town to see another one. When we arrived, they shuffled us into Room 2, and we waited for the assistant to come in. Minutes later, a beautiful, pale-skinned woman with snowy, waist-length, thick, blond hair entered the room. Her eyes were round and perfect, a see-through blue, and she stood tall, holding a clip board. On her left hand -- a huge wedding ring, a shiny diamond made for a classy lady. And she did indeed appear classy and smart. When she smiled, her entire face glowed. And so did her hands. She was absolutely stunning.
And then I smiled, realizing that it was the same girl who was nearly blind in grade school. I was floored. There she was, looking right at me, not missing a beat, working at saving animals' lives. As we talked about the cat, I assumed that somewhere along the line, she'd had eye surgery, and her vision had been restored. She seemed thriving, happy, outgoing, and ever so free, but since she had never been able to truly see me in grade school, she didn't recognize me at all.
But then there was this moment -- she blinked hard, shutting her eyes, listening to me speak, and I could tell that all at once, she knew my voice. Lighting up, she smiled brightly, opened her eyes, and took some notes, wishing me on my way.
As I drove home, the vision of her stayed with me, building a presence somewhere in my heart and mind. Here was that shy, lonely girl I once knew. Now, she was suddenly transformed into a sharp, confident, glowing woman. I felt my chest fill up at the thought of the change. I thanked the universe for my sight, for her sight, and for the passage of time, which can sometimes show how miracles develop, grow, and radiate outward.
Back in the day, such a quiet girl, one who would seem to slip through the cracks. But in the end, sometimes it's the quietest ones who shine the most. Sometimes, behind the scenes, without barely even a whisper, without the faintest desire to be seen, without any need for recognition, one humble person can save lives.
C.A. MacConnell
1/21/2017
1/17/2017
When I See Your Picture
Someone drew
a white tiger
on my duct tape.
For a few days,
Venus smiled.
C.A. MacConnell
a white tiger
on my duct tape.
For a few days,
Venus smiled.
C.A. MacConnell
1/13/2017
Flashback Friday
Me, wearing a dress and my bro's jacket that I wore every day for a long time, because I was so stubborn I never wanted to wear anything else, until the day arrived when I found a pair of ridiculous, bright purple jeans, my new uniform.
Holding something identifiable. I think I was blowing dandelion seeds.
Have a happy Friday. I feel focused. And loving. 💓😤
Much love to you. I hope your heart sings today.
C.A. MacConnell
1/11/2017
Photos: Inspirations and Such
Argo the dog. Inspiration for my book #3, a young adult book that's finished and on the road.
Drive, one of my favorite films, of which there are a gazillion. This has nothing to do with this post. Well, I suppose it does have to do with book #3, now that I think about it. I just love this picture...it cracks me up for some reason. Maybe because I get all intense like that a lot, and it's ridiculous. I didn't take this picture, and I can't remember where it came from, sorry. But I took the other three.
Just a teaser for you,
C.A. MacConnell
1/08/2017
Wolf
Hello. Here's a wolf. I love this one. Makes me want to be him, hiding there, all mysterious and beautiful. What a lovely, sneaky wolf.
I saw Manchester by the Sea yesterday. I thought: editing was incredible. The acting was gripping, and it was darkly artistic. Lots of deep stuff buried within the film. The music greatly distracted me in some parts. Instead of being part of the mood, background, it became biting, noticeable, and a character in itself, as if another voice for the main character. Interesting...I've never quite heard sound used that way before...instead of a part of the mood, it was a mood all its own. Was it annoying or intentional? From the look of the whole beast, I'd say it's intentional. Deep stuff, like I said. Got me thinking and musing afterward, for sure. Love that.
Happy Sunday. I'm going to see another one today!
Peace out, I'm off to get to work.
C.A. MacConnell