Word prompt: Design
“six sentence stories” hosted by “GirlieOnTheEdge”
© photo westcoastwoman
“Fashion is the armour to survive everyday life” . Bill Cunningham
Most evident as he rounded the corner was the fact that ‘Shit Happens’.
The message permanently tattooed into his upper arm, left no room for argument.
Glancing at the design of his outfit it initially appeared confused and disheveled, on closer inspection it became obvious that each piece was meticulously chosen and assembled.
The Fred Flintstone style capri belted in white plastic linked chain, topped with a studded and carefully pinned denim vest, accessorized with a green patched messenger bag and shades well positioned on the animal print cap.
Street fashion captured on an urban concrete runway.
‘Shit’ will indeed ‘Happen’, best to be prepared and dress for the occasion.
©photo credit westcoastwoman
I am a gardener. A number of years ago while studying Garden Design I was asked to do a project on garden ornamentation.
I started by scouring the better parts of the city looking for aesthetically pleasing displays, they were easily found but something was lacking. I wandered collecting the photographs but as I walked I felt like I needed something more. Yes, the gardens were lovely but that was it, they were ‘just’ lovely. All trimmed and ornamented everything in it’s place….. this would not do, I needed some meat, something interesting.
That is when I stumbled upon the Adam and Eve of Cadillacs, pink and blue, male and female, here in a rather dishevelled display I could almost see the yin and yang of life. I was so taken with the partially interred Pink Cadillac I almost completely missed her blue mate in the background.
Standing in awe of this rather strange spectacle I was joined by one of the neighbours who shared with me that the brake lights on Eve were lit up every night. I assume in a show of ‘Respect’ and a reflection that there was life in the old girl yet.
Obviously there was great affection for the ‘deceased’ vehicle (although she could have used a bit of a wash). I like to think that perhaps parts of Eve had been used to keep Adam up and running and that he paid her homage each time he backed out of the driveway.
Now this was garden ornamentation! perhaps gone wrong, but certainly never forgotten. My completed project consisted only of what I considered wacky garden art, gardens on the edge and they were easier to find than one would imagine. The Garden Designers, the ‘people’ on the edge of the garden, now there is a story waiting to be told.
I think there are a couple of Aretha Franklin songs in here somewhere.
“We’re going ridin’ on a freeway of love in a Pink Cadillac” Aretha Franklin”
©photo credit westcoastwoman
A wandering agnostic amongst a sea of Easter hats
no hat to call my own, moments captured
hardly convey this half way house,
this purgatory on parade.
I move through cobbled streets
and find no spot to settle
a restless dog rotating above it’s bed.
Salvation is offered
at the tip of a blue laced finger
I pass, move forward …
but give an upward glance
as Magic forms above
on this Louisiana morning.
© westcoastwoman 2019
(while working on another piece this morning I found this in my drafts, I meant to go in to delete, but in the end my hand and heart pushed Publish)
I am going to try a short series of poetry inspired by (my second love) street photography, a series I took last year at the Easter Sunday Parade in the French Quarter, New Orleans.
photo credit westcoastwoman
Each step you take, from here to there
each hand you hold, they’ll sometimes care
some filled with light some fighting dark
you’ll find what’s right, you’ll make your mark
your heart will break, can’t help you there
you’ll find one hand that let’s you care
but in the end, your hand to heart
is what will lead you home.