Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will... 
 And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!   
 Plot out a short story.
 Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem. 
 (you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).


Coraline never knew her mother, which probably should have made her a very sad girl...
but truth be told, she loved her life.
She loved the vastness of the sky... and the crispness of the wind.

Coraline's mother was an English Missionary to the wandering tribes of the Mongolian hills.
A young, impressionable woman, she died during childbirth.
Coraline's father was a tribal leader, and caretaker of the tribe's most prized horses.
They were a nomadic tribe... hunting the vast plains and wild hills of the Arkhangai Mountains.

Once, when she was about 14yrs old (she often lost track of exactly how old she was),
she was scooped up and taken on a long flight to her maternal grandparent's home in East Sussex...but she hated it.
She hated the buildings... the food... the clothing...she hated it all.
(photo above was taken while in the care of her grandparents)

She longed to be out in the wilds with the sheep and the horses.
She needed the sky.
The mountains were her breath and life.
And so she was sent back home; labeled as"incorrigible"...
and thankfully, never had to leave again.