Something Wrong With The Daylight

The computer is a curse. Well, not really. I just find that a lot of my time gets sucked into its shining screen. I am either doing school or looking for delicious goodies on Google. Not food 'goodie' but images. 
Everyone has a different way of learning and processing things in their life. I am hands down a visual everything. I learn visually by watching and doing it myself, I process visually by writing or drawing, I try to bless people visually too by giving gifts of art. I love reading and watching stories unfold in front of me; so when I find a picture or painting that inspires a story I get really really excited!

Brooke Shaden may have a simple name but her photography is anything but. Stories are rampant in her images. They all have an underlying creepiness and dramatic quality to them. 

                                      

Golly! Every one of her pictures makes me start brain storming about what they mean and how I could turn them into a story. 

I actually have a story for these photos. I will practice self restraint and not tell it to you because I want you to just take in the uniqueness of these images. Come up with your own story too!

All my weird enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

The Sky Is Falling!

Let me take you back in time for this post. Hop back to a week ago in Los Angeles on the 6th of November.  The day before my birthday, I was stationed at the work bench in a garage next to my friend Mariel(The Petite Parlor). We were making masks listening to good old Jack Johnson while laughing about boys ( yes, we are teenagers). Outside, there was thunderous torrential rainfall. The air was nippy and fresh smelling just how winter in CA should be. But suddenly, the rain-on-roof sound turned into a pinging hard sound. Wait, it wasn't rain! It was hail!! 

 Billions and billions of tiny ice balls were shooting down  from the sky. They coated the yard to make it look like snow, it was one of the most glorious things I have ever seen. The clouds had a purple tinge to them and rolled in and out to randomly show patches of a sunset sky. 

Logically, the first thing that Mariel and I thought to do was run out into the pelting pellets of ice. Smart? not so much. Memorable? Very. It was a wonderfully foolish thing to experience. I loved it!

Mariel enjoyed the extraordinary cold air, which is a miracle in itself in California.

 My feet :)

I had to share this amazing happenstance with everybody because it was just to beautiful to keep to myself. I mean, this is the closest we get to snow in Los Angeles, and it was so cool!


I wish beautiful experiences for you to this holiday season!


All my wonder-fied enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger. 

Of Little White Creatures

I am one year older then I was when I last posted. Seventeen!! Wooo-Hooo! You know what make being seventeen awesome? I'll tell you. I am finally the Dancing Queen! 
   "You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen.
   OOOOOOO-OOOOOO!!!"- ABBA


Yep, thats me! 


I don't feel any older yet, a friend of mine said it takes at least a month for your new age to set in. Then another friend who is seventeen told me he still feels ten, so I am not sure what to expect. 
I haven't posted in awhile but I have legitimate reasons so don't judge. I have been staring at a computer screen so much lately that my eyeballs feel like the are going to fall out of my skull and roll away. There is dog hair all over my floor so I would literally have hairy eyeballs. Writing college papers has mmade me a little loopy. 
Anywhoooo, I wanted to share some wonderful gifts that my friends gave me :)


I got a graphic novel from my friend Micah:

The Arrival by Shaun Tan is based in fantastical land of strange creatures and wonderful cities. It tells the story of a man who leaves behind his wife and child and city infested by mysterious dragon like creatures to immigrate to a new bright city. 

He can not speak the language but finds this city a safe haven away from all threatening things.  

 While he is there he meets other immigrants who tell him their stories. Finally he saves up enough to bring his wife and chid to the city; they meet in an epic reunion that makes me tear up. The different thing about this book is that it is told entirely without words; just pictures drawn by the amazing Mr. Tan. 
Thanks Micah! I really love it!

All my enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger.

A Love Note to December

I wrote this poem a few months ago when it was supper hot. This little verse still applies to today for it is still rather warm outside, but the weather is gradual here on the Gold Coast so we should all keep up hope for colder days in December. Here you go!

An Ode to December

by Tallis Raye

December won't you come?

I have been waiting 

Many a summer night

For your cool breath on my skin,

for your frosty hands on my face,

Why don't you come?

Summer is tired now,

He longs to rest

To store up for the new year

When he will again write love 

With sun on our pale skin.

December I want you.

Come and bring your chilly dreams

And your thoughts of home.

There are such delights hidden

In the folds of your white robes.

Lights and dreary days

Are turned to magic 

At your touch.

There is nothing better

Than you.

All my dreamy enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger.

Mail Day

Dear School System,
I am a teenaged girl applying for collage. I have some requests and concerns for you. As I am not feeling the long introductions right now I will hop right into it. 


1. Please get a new word to define 'Deadline'. It has the word dead in it. If you want students to enjoy, or do, their homework, don't make it sound like they will be executed when they turn it in. It should be the Praise-line or the Success-line or the Super Happy Double Gold Star Yay line. Get the gist? Good.


2. Please figure out that half the children you have put on ADD meds are not actually ADD, they are simply board out of their skulls from sitting in chairs all day. 


3. Please realize that tenuring teachers is a BAD IDEA! The teachers who are getting fired because of budget cuts are the new teachers with bright ideas about teaching. All the old crotchety tenured ones who droll on and on get to stay and inch by, barely teaching. Not all old teachers are windbags, I have plenty good old teachers, but none of them are tenured. Fire the bad teachers and keep the good ones. 


4. Here is one for you college, why all the weird essay prompts? And why so many? Can't we just have one per college? There are so many to do with very little time. Please figure it out. 


Well, thats all for now School System. I hope you have an enlightened rest of the year. You will be hearing from me soon. 


All my sincere enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger.

Crazy Wild Dancers

I wrote this poem around the beginning of summer. Enjoy!

Crazy Wild Dancers

by Tallis Raye 

The flat of land is crazy.

Beads and powder, 

Feathers or dirt,

And a dancer with wolves

Greets me

With appendages

And a kiss. 

Crazy first kiss

With owl feathers and love.

We are wild dancers

and bad pictures

Because we move.

I love him 

My grass dancer

And flower giver.

We won't ever stop 

Moving to the rhythm.

Crazy wild Stampings.

Nothing is better then this

Grass and dust,

Fur and sweat, 

Dancings on the wild land.

My wild dancer.