Weekly Photo Challenge: Community

“I took one Draught of Life —
 I’ll tell you what I paid —
 Precisely an existence —
 The market price, they said.

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 They weighed me, Dust by Dust —
 They balanced Film with Film,
 Then handed me my Being’s worth —
 A single Dram of Heaven!”

                                                              – Emily Dickinson

Photo by Myra Lambino, a marketplace in Old Town San Diego, California

Phoneopgraphy Challenge: My Neighborhood

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WordPress Phoneography Challenge: My Neighborhood

(photography by cellphone or camera phone)

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“Over the housetops,

 Above the rotating chimney-pots,

 I have seen a shiver of amethyst,

 And blue and cinnamon have flickered

 A moment,

 At the far end of a dusty street.

 Through sheeted rain

 Has come a lustre of crimson,

 And I have watched moonbeams

 Hushed by a film of palest green.

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“It was her wings,

  Goddess!

  Who stepped over the clouds,

  And laid her rainbow feathers

  Aslant on the currents of the air.

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“I followed her for long,

  With gazing eyes and stumbling feet.

  I cared not where she led me,

  My eyes were full of colours:

  Saffrons, rubies, the yellows of beryls,

  And the indigo-blue of quartz;

  Flights of rose, layers of chrysoprase,

  Points of orange, spirals of vermilion,

  The spotted gold of tiger-lily petals,

  The loud pink of bursting hydrangeas.

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“I followed,

  And watched for the flashing of her wings.

  In the city I found her,

  The narrow-streeted city.

  In the market-place I came upon her,

  Bound and trembling.

  Her fluted wings were fastened to her sides with cords,

  She was naked and cold,

  For that day the wind blew

  Without sunshine.

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“Men chaffered for her,

  They bargained in silver and gold,

  In copper, in wheat,

  And called their bids across the market-place.

  The Goddess wept.

  Hiding my face I fled,

  And the grey wind hissed behind me,

  Along the narrow streets.”

      

                   – by Amy Lowell

                  “ The Captured Goddess”

Cellphone photography by Myra Lambino, shot at Montrose Farmers Market, Los Angeles, California