Steve Meador is the author of Throwing Percy from the Cherry Tree, a poetry book that was an entrant for a National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize in poetry. He is widely published in online and print journals. He has been a real estate broker since the early 1980s and currently lives and practices in the Tampa, FL, area.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
One of the things I really enjoy is creating a brief story about the photos I take. These range from total fabrication to complete truth. It is the in-between that is the best. Here is a pic and paragraph that is an in-between. Thankfully, the pitbull was on a sturdy chain!
A few feet off the sidewalk and continuing to the back left corner of the bungalow was a thicket of crotons. Twisted and curly, they grew to an extraordinary height of about four feet. The intense colors--yellow, red, purple, green and mixtures of each--pulled the eye to the growth’s midpoint, so the Spanish moss, dripping oak branches and yellowing sky that teetered above the crotons seemed only silly adornments. The leaves were veined and textured and calling to be touched, to have their thickness measured by a gentle rub and squeeze between the index finger and thumb. But, as often happens, beauty dulls the senses, other than sight. That often leads to lost caution and blind entry into a land of risky adventure.