Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Prose
All that is not Poetry
Infinity
When I was a young girl, I was obsessed with a box of Morton Salt. “WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS” was its message, as the yellow-frocked gal, sheltered by her umbrella, sloshed gayly through the puddles, while a steady stream of salt poured from the… Continue Reading “Infinity”
Family Tree
It was 1944. There he was again, her handsome beau; all decked out, standing at her front door with a small white box in his hand. Soon, he would tenderly pin the simple corsage to her collar. He knocked tentatively, barely able to constrain his anticipation.… Continue Reading “Family Tree”
The Morning After
I woke up this morning and the first thought that crossed my mind was “It’s over”! The many weeks spent in preparation, rehearsal and anticipation, mixed with a healthy pinch of performance anxiety, had come to a satisfying conclusion. Yesterday’s Choral Art Society concert… Continue Reading “The Morning After”
Sleepless
I couldn’t sleep last night, though I knew I should. With each passing hour, I recalculated how many hours of sleep I might be able to squeeze in before dawn. In desperation, I played a self hypnosis podcast that should have lulled me into relaxation.… Continue Reading “Sleepless”
Mohonk Morning
Morning at Mohonk is incomparable and unforgettable! We first discovered this many years ago, when we went to the Mohonk Preserve for the outdoor wedding of the daughter of a dear friend. We outsmarted ourselves by reserving the weekend at Mohonk Mountain House, rather… Continue Reading “Mohonk Morning”
As Plain As Day
Photo 101: Day Nine: Warmth & the Quality of Light
“…oft-elusive inspiration is directly in front if me, in a simple vase of unpretentious, freshly-cut tulips, blossoming in the warming rays of the morning sun.”
Berryman Place
“…Berryman Place….As an impressionable nine year old, I was relieved that it wasn’t “Bury man Place”. I don’t recall having seen any “berry” men, but I do remember the “Ice Man”, the “Milk Man”, the “Soda Man”, the “Coal Man”, the “Knife-sharpening Man” and (my favorite) the “Ice Cream Man”…read more…
An Engineer’s Journal: June 1967, “Lunch”
***** An Engineer’s Journal: June 1967 As a graduate chemical engineer, I expected the vagaries of being a woman in a traditionally male profession. Yet, on that first day as a Process Design Engineer, I could not have predicted my first problematic situation in… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal: June 1967, “Lunch””
An Engineer’s Journal: The Summer of ’66
It was with some trepidation that I boarded the #1 bus at Penn Station. A summer job at Stanley Tools seemed to be the next best thing to an actual internship in industry; and the summer between junior and senior year at Newark College… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal: The Summer of ’66”
“Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry”
*** As I peruse my vacation photos from last year I pause at this one, the personification of this week’s Photo Friday theme: SUNLIGHT. Anticipation, mixed with a healthy dose of nostalgia, overwhelms me, as I know our first-floor, lagoon-view, room has been forever… Continue Reading ““Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry””
Extra! Extra!
Extra, Extra This was written for the Weekly Photo Challenge: A beautiful photo is one thing, but a photo with an unexpected detail has personality and pop. This week, share a photo that has a little something extra. My lens at the ready to… Continue Reading “Extra! Extra!”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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