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).
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Rebekkah Lynn was born on a sweltering morning just outside Beaumont, Texas to her parents Marshall and Jean. She was the youngest of 6 girls... and her father --- modest accountant by day, was a bootlegger by night. It was the early 1950s... and the demand for homemade brews was strong in the region. Rebekkah adored her father, and followed him everywhere; so it was no surprise to find her having hid in the backseat of his "delivery truck" on his many nightly jaunts. No one minded though. The buyers all gave her candy and a pat on the head. She was a cheerful girl with a ready smile.. and everyone loved her.
As she grew older, she became involved in all the school plays, musicals... cheer-leading... anything that catered to her more outgoing personality.
After graduation, she won the Miss Texas title in 1969... and intended to try for Miss USA.
Such was not to be though... she fell madly in love with one of the military escorts for the pageant... a young Marine named Tommy.
It was a quick and passionate affair... and by fall they were married.
Tommy was equally passionate about his military service; which took him to Cambodia during the Viet Nam war. He never returned. It was rumored that he had died protecting a young family during some illegal genocide maneuvers... but, of course, it could never be confirmed.
Rebekkah Lynn was inconsolable. She spoke to no one for almost a year... and then, just as suddenly, she moved to San Francisco and moved into the art district. She began designing music posters, festival posters, protest posters... and was amazingly good at it. Soon, she became the "go to" person for any young band wanting something new and exciting for their promotions.
She excelled in her work, thrived on the culture, blossomed in the sights and sounds of the sunny west coast.
But something was always "missing"... and she couldn't put her finger on it.
She retired to the wilds of New Mexico, and was still active in the art community there.
There, she began creating full on paintings... gorgeous abstract renderings of her life in the music scene,
and she began growing medical marijuana for the burgeoning health industry there.
Of course, she also "dispensed samples" to those who needed it... and thus she came full circle. Driving around in the middle of the night in her jeep... delivering goods to her friends and neighbors. It was reckless, it was dangerous... and of course, against the law...
not unfamiliar terms for her... and that's alright... she thought...
as she tipped her hat and drove off into the moonlight, a coyote howling in the distance.
Rebekkah Lynn was born on a sweltering morning just outside Beaumont, Texas to her parents Marshall and Jean. She was the youngest of 6 girls... and her father --- modest accountant by day, was a bootlegger by night. It was the early 1950s... and the demand for homemade brews was strong in the region. Rebekkah adored her father, and followed him everywhere; so it was no surprise to find her having hid in the backseat of his "delivery truck" on his many nightly jaunts. No one minded though. The buyers all gave her candy and a pat on the head. She was a cheerful girl with a ready smile.. and everyone loved her.
As she grew older, she became involved in all the school plays, musicals... cheer-leading... anything that catered to her more outgoing personality.
After graduation, she won the Miss Texas title in 1969... and intended to try for Miss USA.
Such was not to be though... she fell madly in love with one of the military escorts for the pageant... a young Marine named Tommy.
It was a quick and passionate affair... and by fall they were married.
Tommy was equally passionate about his military service; which took him to Cambodia during the Viet Nam war. He never returned. It was rumored that he had died protecting a young family during some illegal genocide maneuvers... but, of course, it could never be confirmed.
Rebekkah Lynn was inconsolable. She spoke to no one for almost a year... and then, just as suddenly, she moved to San Francisco and moved into the art district. She began designing music posters, festival posters, protest posters... and was amazingly good at it. Soon, she became the "go to" person for any young band wanting something new and exciting for their promotions.
She excelled in her work, thrived on the culture, blossomed in the sights and sounds of the sunny west coast.
But something was always "missing"... and she couldn't put her finger on it.
She retired to the wilds of New Mexico, and was still active in the art community there.
There, she began creating full on paintings... gorgeous abstract renderings of her life in the music scene,
and she began growing medical marijuana for the burgeoning health industry there.
Of course, she also "dispensed samples" to those who needed it... and thus she came full circle. Driving around in the middle of the night in her jeep... delivering goods to her friends and neighbors. It was reckless, it was dangerous... and of course, against the law...
not unfamiliar terms for her... and that's alright... she thought...
as she tipped her hat and drove off into the moonlight, a coyote howling in the distance.