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

If We Were Having Coffee on the 20th of April, 2019

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice large dark roast mix or a cuppa tea or other beverage.  It is a very nice, on the warmish side (for date and location) and the sun keeps peaking out.  Where are we?  Some of you may have seen the photo at the top and know that it is a new one from Cape Cod.

It was busy week and I don’t remember much.  A lot happening at work.  I had a week up in NH, so a lot of work up there.  I did have massage, so that was good.  I got almost no writing or editing done – I’m so far behind!

Of course this was the week that Notre Dame burned, at least the roof and spire.  I did a post with about 20 photos I took during three different visits. Continue reading


Beyond What’s Beyond #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

Jed took the shortcut through the trees.  He had to reach the little village beyond or there would be hell to pay.

“Just my luck,” he muttered as he stumbled over a root.

Even without the leaves it was just too dark to keep up his pace.  Cursing again he slowed down a bit.

A blinding white light shot through the trees throwing everything into a sharp relief.   It grew brighter, so everything was a stark black of shadows or white of light.

And then it all began to burn.

The last thought that ran through Jed’s mind was, “I’m too late.  Nuclear Armageddon.”


“What are you doing?” the professor asked. Continue reading

After the Brief, Hot Summer Comes the Long Cold Winter


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Ours was an out of the way town.  We never learned to “duck and cover” knowing nobody would be so silly as to bomb us.

You know what? they were right.

I remember the night when over 4,000 fireballs, each hotter than the sun, grew over most of the northern hemisphere’s cities and military instillation with an equivalent of over four billion tons of TNT.

But our town was spared.  Not a kiloton exploded within 100 miles.

A few weeks of hiding in the cellar when the sky rained death, and everything looked fine.

Until the snow came in July.


Yes, a nice, happy little tale ;)  I recently watched “The Day After” and “Threads”.  I read an article that the danger of an accidental nuclear war is now higher than it has ever been, even during the cold war.  When people talk nuclear weapons, they talk about the 60 kt bombs used in WWII, not the 1 or 2 mt thermonuclear devices that would hit our cities.  Anyway, with that cheerful thought…


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dale Rogerson.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Notre Dame

Notre Dame Cathdral at sunset

I have been to Paris three times and have spent almost 25 days there.  My favorite part of the city is the Notre Dame Cathedral.  While visiting, sometimes I would just sit in the little garden behind it and read or hang out.  Very nice.

I am sure you have all been watching/reading the news.  Such a terrible tragedy.

Here are just a few posts I have done on the city (I had over a half a dozen posts in 2015 alone):

Some Photos of Paris (photos) (2015)
Quick Sketch Notre Dame (pencil sketch) (2016)
Paris (2015)
Dreams of Paris – Prelude #9 (music) (2015)
Rue (poem) (2014)

Anyway, here are some photos I took over the three visits (2001, 2002, 2011).  Click on a photo for more detail.  This will also allow you to scroll through. Continue reading

The Weekly Smile April 15, 2019 #weeklysmile


I want to bring you back to yesterday afternoon.  I had my weekly smile for this week all figured out.  I had returned to New Hampshire and was running, planning the post in my head as I went.  But then it changed…

I saw an animal cross the road in front of me, from one wooded area to another.  It was just a black silhouette with no detail.  I thought “cat”, but it was pretty big.  It also moved like a wild animal.  My next thought was “Fisher “, but it was taller, with longer legs.  After crossing, it turned toward me (I know it saw me before) and must have decided that I was moving faster than original thought, so it ran into the woods, again not running like a domestic animal.  For a half a second I though “gray fox”, though it would have been on the large side.

When I got even to were I saw the animal, I slowed and scanned the woods.  The road is on a hill and it is steep where the animal went.  After the initial thick underbrush, there was a small clearing at about eye level.  In the small clearing was a rock and on the rock was a cat.  The cat watched me as I ran slowly by. The face was the face of a wildcat, but I thought pretty small.

Later I compared the size of the face with Albert.  Albert is, at 15+ lb a big cat, head and shoulders bigger than a “normal” cat.  The “little” cat face I saw in the woods was about twice the size of his face.  Twice Albert’s size?  Maybe 30 lbs? Continue reading

Weekly Smile Recap 4/8 – 4/14/2019


Hello.  I’m not sure if it is because Spring is in the air, but last week was one of the best week’s for posting Smiles since I brought back the Weekly Smile several months ago.  Look at all of the smiles :)

Trent’s World
Nothing is Absolute
Forgiving Connects
Light Motifs II
Tessa Can Do It! Positivity is Catching!
Nut House Central
Prats Corner
Lady Lee Manila
Colline’s Blog
priorhouse blog
Piglet in Portugal
Change is Hard
Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

We also had a lot of smiles in the comments this week,more than usual.  They include smiles by Ritu, Chelsea Owens, A Soldier’s Walk, Robbie (Roberta) and Marilyn Armstrong (Go to the original post and scroll through the comments to see).

Thanks all for the wonderful smiles.  This week’s post will be up in about an hour.

What made you smile?

Terrible Poetry ;) – The Agent

Last week I participated in Chelsea Owens’ Terrible Poetry Contest.  I typically use the comment section on the contest page to post the poem, since I don’t want to subject people to “terrible” if they don’t want it, but I did have have some suggestions (like Violet Lentz) that I post this one – Some of you out there may know exactly where this is coming from ;)

The challenge in last week’s Terrible Poetry Contest was to write a parody of a famous poem.  I chose Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”…. Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 13th of April, 2019

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get a a large mug of very strong dark roast.  I blended several coffees together as an experiment, and it is good!  Anyway, I can also get a cuppa tea or other beverage.  It is cool but not cold, unfortunately it is raining, so….  And were are we?  Some of you may know that the stack of Beatles’ mugs is on Cape Cod.

This is another week were I was busy but I don’t know what to write…  Since I’ve been down here on The Cape, I saw an easel, a bunch of osprey, a black crowned night heron (I think) and other such critters.  I did a little work at the new place.  I walked on the beach in the rain.  I guess I look friendly because I had a few people come up and talk to me out of the blue, including a person who led me to where the eagle was.  So a nice little stay.

And it is pretty here, as the clouds reflected on Swan Pond in the photo below show :) Continue reading

Decisions – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

No map in hand
No lay of the land
The way forward is blocked

I thought I knew
How the future grew
The truth leaves me shocked

I can go right
No changes in sight
Into a future most locked

Or left for me
A path hard to see
In the fog it is socked

Easy, if plain
Or to rewards, with some pain
Either way seems pocked

So it is decision time
To go on without rhyme
To choose my path across the trackless sand

* Continue reading

Eternity Defined….


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

My 25-year vow of silence should have ended.  I listened to the preacher drone on.  My sentence was doubled to 50 years!

The wood pew was hard.  I moved to let circulation back into my butt.  Dad elbowed me and frowned.

This was worse than the Uranium mines on Pluto, aka elementary school!

The sermon entered its 4th, and, I hoped, final, decade.  I yawned.

After ten more years of hanging by my thumbs, everyone said “Amen”.  I shouted it.

Free at last!

I would call Josh and we’d play in the woods.

It was raining outside.

I hate Sundays!


Sorry, but I had to double dip.  I was not satisfied with my first post.  This is based on a character I’ve used a few dozen times, most notable in the story cycle Seasons of Imagination.


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Roger Bultot.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.