Memories Go Round

  

His memories of this place were as vague as he chose them to be, but this day, this man relived this one a little longer. 


He sat on a wooden horse 35 years ago and watched his mother bury her face in her hands as his father walked away. He never saw the man again. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the laughter of his 2 children going around on their wooden horses. 

He clutched his wife’s hand a little harder and waved at his children,  determined to give them different memories. 

Thoughts Over Coffee

  

For the past few years, on every weekday morning, he sat by his apartment window to drink and think over his carefully prepared coffee. However, for many weeks he pondered life outside his urban maze. This day, in his quiet sanctuary on the 2nd floor he heard rural whispers as an image appeared on the surface inside his cup. He stared into his cup, picked up his phone, and called the office. He notified that he wouldn’t return for another week. “I’m not OK, but I will be,” is how he ended the conversation. Instead of heading to the office, he began to pack his backpack for his unplanned trip beyond the city’s boundaries to find the place he saw in a cup of coffee. 

The 50th Time

IMG_0851.JPGEvery year, they sit in the same spot he found her 50 years ago. 50 years ago, they talked and smiled as they gazed over the waters and wondered about what could be. Every year, they return to the same spot to sit together. This day, 50 years after he found her at this very spot, they continue to talk and smile as they gaze over the waters.

The Essence of Childhood

Innocence is the very essence of childhood and pure, unfiltered freedom is its reward. Joyful screams mixed with laughter are the evidence leaving us with snapshots of hope and promise.

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Their Unplanned Voyage

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“Whoa, get a load of that!” the voice announced as Martin and Cheryl looked up at the huge wooden vessel that docked in the place of where their weekend yacht used to stay. The couple stared astonished and enchanted at the same time as the deep and weathered voice bellowed out again,”C’mere me beauty! We’ve been waiting an eternity!” Cheryl without hesitation began to walk up the ramp towards the ship. Martin quickly followed her to the deck immediately looking for a camera and a television host with microphone in hand to reveal this elaborate prank conspired by his mischievous and resourceful neighbors at the marina. There was no such conspiracy this day.

As the two surveyed the deck, Martin and Cheryl found themselves unraveling the ropes that tethered them to the dock. The voice shouted more commands and a multitude of men shouted, “Aye aye, captain!” The sea of voices shouted back and forth like an eerie song, yet there was no one to be seen. As the dark vessel separated herself from the dock, Martin and Cheryl looked at each other with bewildered eyes as they both recalled that a couple and their yacht disappeared exactly a year ago. The last words that echoed through the marina was “All hands on deck,” and the couple and the unseen crew all grabbed scrambled for to their positions as the ship named “The Wanderer” moved towards the open waters.

Notes: Image shot with iPhone 5. This story is also on Backspaces.

The Essence of Childhood

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The Essence of Childhood

Innocence is the very essence of childhood and pure, unfiltered freedom is its reward. Joyful screams mixed with laughter are the evidence leaving us with snapshots of hope and promise.

See the rest on Backspaces.

Storytellers Circle

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Yesterday, my photo was chosen as the story starter for Grryo’s Storytellers Circle on Instagram. So you see the pic and here was the caption, “Storytellers Circle Every picture tells a story. Instead of a description of this image, let your imagination run wild and free! We want to read a few lines in story form you might tell to accompany this incredible shot by @joe_montoya.”

Here are some of the responses by the Instagrammers who participated:

  • “After many years of being a slave to the masses, Santa packs it in and moves to SoCal. After many failed attempts at trying to make friends with the local surfers he decides to pack up his pet crab and head north.” @mrmenellis
  • “As often as possible, when the weather was just right, William would take Charlie, his pet hamster, for walks along the beach. After being pent up in the house all week, the touch of the sun and the scent of the fresh, salty sea breeze was a delicious treat for them both. Sometimes William would let Charlie out of his cage to get his paws wet scampering along the moist, hard-packed sand at the water’s edge…but only at low tide.” @scotchp
  • “Seeing him again on the beach, the decades came rushing in with the tide. With a sudden clarity she recalled that this man has always loved her fiercely and entirely.” @klimekphoto
  • “This photo is making me laugh…”have you seen my pet? His name is belly button!”” @cassandra_1971
  • “That moment that you dream about but are least prepared for, running into your first love at the beach.” @iamakittehcouch

I really enjoyed reading the responses to my picture and being part of Storytellers Circle this week. It encourages me to get out there and take more pics. I am sure that there will be more stories to tell. Special thanks to the folks at Grryo. You can find them on Instagram and grryo.com.

Treasure Hunter

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Treasure Hunter

For over 20 years he’s looked for his prize. 
What that is nobody knows. 
The residents don’t believe he has the eyes
To find his treasure below. 

The secret he holds will not be shared. 
Only you and he will know it. 
It’s not like a lot of people cared. 
And if they did they didn’t show it. 

Truth be told. This man is old. 
He is looking for his memories. 
Of the days when he was young. Those days when he was bold. 
His treasures are the missing stories.