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About trentpmcd

Trent P. McDonald Musician, composer, author, photographer, general creative.

Gold – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

People have often called me a “49er”, though I didn’t make the journey across the country until ’52.  I was young and foolish back then, but I guess we all were.  I had “gold fever” as bad as the worst of them.  Stars in my eyes and a spring in my step, yes sir, I was going to stake a claim and strike it rich.  Ha!  Even if I did make that first wave in ’49, it would have been pert-near impossible to get rich.  By the time I got there, well, there were opportunities, but not in prospecting.

Of course, by the time I arrived, I was a different man with a different goal.

Early on I had joined a party of farmers who were moving west to set up some sort of religious commune.  I’m not sure what they were about, because they only did their thing in privacy, but during the day they acted like everyone else.  It wasn’t safe to travel alone or unarmed, so we struck a deal.  I’d stay with them for safety in numbers and they would get my gun.  Not that I was any type of fighter, but they were peaceful Christian folk that saw no use of weapons.  I grew up on a small farm in a backwoods section of Kentuck and ate what I shot or didn’t have any meat but the occasional chicken. Continue reading

Amy (Part 1) – The Old Mill


(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  The Library (part 2).  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note 2 – I split this chapter in half to make for shorter reading.  This is the first half )

I noticed the lady looking at me.  I moved a little and sure enough, her eyes were following me.   I couldn’t but help think of Lyndsey.

“No, Lyndsey,” I said to myself.  “She’s not flirting with me.”

She wasn’t really, but she was watching me very closely, her eyes following me around the store.

It was one of those weeks that I had to go into the office almost every day, which to me was tiring.  And that didn’t count the over an hour drive in each direction.  On Wednesday I stopped off at one of the big stores on my way home.  Since I don’t make it into town often, I try to take advantage of it.  Usually I just pop into a few stores on 101 A and leave right away, but I couldn’t find what I was looking for.  And then there was that mysterious lady, who wasn’t flirting with me, just watching me very intently.  I tried to ignore her.  I focused on the shelf in front of me, not seeing her at all.

“Hello.  Mr. Baxter?”  The lady had come over to me.  Up close she was slightly familiar.

“Are you a telemarketer?  They’re the only ones that call me that,” I said.

“Oh, hi Mr. Baxter!” she said with a big grin.  “You may not remember me.  I’m your old neighbor, Amy, uhm, you would know me by Amy Lancing.” Continue reading

Authentic Pirate Cruise!


PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

The sign said, “Harbour Cruise on a Pirate Ship!”  The three-master seemed out of place amongst the huge cargo ships, but we had to do it.

I was surprised that before we reached open water, the captain steered us between two hulking vessels.  We were soon surrounded by skiffs, the masked crewmen all carrying AK-47s.

The passengers were taken out, distributed in the small boats and then blindfolded.  The skiffs motored around for a while before returning us to the pier, where blindfolds were removed.

By the time I realized my wallet was missing, the ship and sign were gone.

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Weekly Smile 65 #weeklysmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

As those of you who read my Coffee Share may be aware, I was down at my cottage on Cape Cod over the weekend.  I was eating breakfast on Sunday morning, going over what I needed to do before I left when I noticed movement outside.

A quick note here before I continue.  Our cottage is the second cottage down the road.  There is a street just past the first cottage.  Across that street is a public landing out onto Swan Pond, a small brackish water body of water.  This is where I usually kayak.  Next to our kitchen table/dining area there is a glass sliding door that looks across our neighbor’s yard to the landing and onto the pond.

Seeing the movement in my peripheral vision, I turn and look out of the window.  There was a deer just right there.  It moseyed deeper into my neighbor’s yard.  I grabbed my camera, but the telephoto lens wasn’t on.  Oh well, I stuck my head out of the front door.  The deer was then in my neighbor’s parking area.  I took a couple of quick photos and then slipped back in to put on the telephoto lens.  I knew I didn’t have much time because I could hear voices coming up the street, and I could tell that the deer was listening to those same voices. Continue reading

Your Kiss is a Butterfly

I didn’t have time to write a new poem today :( But, with spring on my mind, I decided to re-blog this one :)

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My cheek longs for your soft breath
Now cold in lonely wind
  It needs a whisper
   A friendly look
   Soft caress
    Quick kiss
-Your kiss is a butterfly-
    I wait
   To come awake
  From dreams without you
Perhaps to see your smile
And then my heart will smile too

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The Library (Part 2) – The Old Mill


(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  The Library (part 1).  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note 2 – I split this chapter in half to make for shorter reading.  This is the second half  The first is here )

“Anything in particular you’re looking for?” Mike asked.

“I guess we should start at the beginning,” I said.  “I mean, most of the info I have came from Galvin and I think…”

“Galvin.  Ha!  You don’t have to smoke weed now, do you?  When you want to trip out in an alternative reality you just need to call Galvin. ”

“Yeah, that’s why I came to you.”

“Smart man.  OK, you know about Jonathan, don’t you?”

“Jonathan Bartholomew Goode, more popularly known as Johnny B. Goode, of course.”

“Funny, but your sense of timing can use help.  Anyway, Jonathan was wealthy, the richest man around.  Not only did he own a huge amount of land, but he had holdings all over, though most of them in Boston.  He’d been eyeing the mills over in England and once they hit our shore he started talking to people to try to get investors.  He wanted to have the first mill in New Hampshire, but of course he missed.  Still, when mills cropped up in northern Massachusetts and then even in New Ipswich in our own state, people became interested.” Continue reading

The Library (part 1) – the Old Mill

Out the kitchen Window

(This is the latest installment of the series that starts with The Old Mill.  The previous chapter was  A Walk – Part 2.  The Table of Contents is here)

(Note 2 – I split this chapter in half to make for shorter reading.  This is the first half )

Amesbury had one of the best libraries of any of the little towns in the region.  There were a few others that were nice, even more ornate, but I think Amesbury’s was larger than those.  I visited it much less often than I felt i should.  I almost felt embarrassed when i came, in, like I had purposefully stayed away from a place I knew I belonged.

I entered the library through the back doors and headed to the main desk.  The desk was closer to the front doors, but I never liked coming through the formal entrance off of Main Street.  The back door was easier to reach from my house, anyway, so why should I walk around the building?  The librarian smiled as I approached.

“Hi,” I said.  “Is the historical society open today?  The web site said it is on Tuesdays.”  Lyndsey had recommended I check Barb’s story with the town’s historic society. Continue reading

I Want Your Smiles #weeklysmile 64

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

I always tell you that I’m a stats nerd.  Well, in March my stats have been great.  Overall views for January and February were much lower than Jan. & Feb. 2016, but today I reached the most views ever for a month, the most visitors for a month (2017 has been better than 2016 so far) and have passed every month for “likes” except January 2016.  Remember, there is still almost a week to go for the month…

But that’s not all.  This week I gained two new countries!  One is odd, because it is one I thought I would have hit a long time ago.  I have most countries in the mid-east except Syria, Yemen, and Iran.  Until this week, I was also missing one of the US’s biggest friends over there, Jordan.  But someone from Jordan visited my page on two different days (or two people came by.) Continue reading

The Leaf

On Friday I used this image for the story “A Leaf“. I decided to put this up to explain where the image came from.

Trent's World (the Blog)

Icy Leaf

A little over a decade ago I took a picture of a leaf encased in ice and snow. I played around with the picture in Photoshop and came up with what I thought was a real cool image. The leaf looked like it was glowing with its own light. I showed it to a friend who owned an art gallery. He got excited and said I needed to make a painting based on the photo. He said to make sure the male torso was clearly visible.

Male torso?

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If We Were Having Coffee on the 25th of March, 2017

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice strong French Roast, a cuppa tea, hot cocoa or other beverage.  It’s an odd day out – cool but not cold, the air is damp but the sun peeks out and the wind is calm..  And where are we?  For those of you who have been here before, you may recognize the Beatles mugs as being at the cottage on Cape Cod.

This morning I played with the dogs outside for a little while but had to come in because of the rain.  After it stopped raining, I went out in the kayak.  Sure, it was a bit damp, but I had to do it – I was out four times in January and Twice in February, I couldn’t let March get away with being in the kayak at least once!  Of course as soon as I get in the sun comes out.  Oh well.

One thing I noticed while outside – Spring has arrived!  We had warm weather at the beginning of the week, but then it got cold for a couple of days.  Very cold.  But the temperatures are back up to what is reasonable for this time of year.  The air smells like spring.  The birds are making spring like noises (mating calls, I guess) so it sounds like spring.  It just feels like spring for the first time.  It is an intangible, but something changed overnight. Continue reading