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

If We Were Having Coffee on the 25th of February

Moog and Morning Coffee

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get a you a nice large mug of a very strong French Roast, a cuppa tea or other morning appropriate beverage.  Perhaps if you are here a little later in the day I can clear some snow off of the picnic table and we can enjoy our beverages outside.  I am not joking!  You may notice the kids outside playing in the snow in shorts and t-shirts….I’ll talk about it in a few minutes. Of course, you may be curious where there is snow on the ground yet everyone is in short sleeves.  Some of you out there may recognize the McDonald’s Pub mug as meaning that we are in New Hampshire today.

It has been an odd week.  I started off on Cape Cod, where I had a wonderful weekend.  In fact, I wrote about my Saturday for my Weekly Smile this week and about the sunny, warm weather for my last week’s Smile Reminder.  But we were in for a surprise because it got even warmer.  Yesterday topped off at 74 F/23 C!  Do you remember me talking about a series of snow storms a few weeks back?  We received well over 3 feet (over a meter) of snow in a little over a week.  A lot of that is still around.  OK, quite a bit is gone, of course, but it is still surprising to see fields filled with snow, or huge piles here and there while feeling so warm and seeing the kids dressed for summer. Continue reading

The Bridge of our Forefathers #writephoto

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Photo ©Sue Vincent

The two scouts came flying down the hidden steps to the makeshift fortress under the ancient bridge.  I let Cai and Bedwyr question them while I hid in the shadows.

“There must be 3000 of those blond giants,” the first said.  “There’s more chainmail in the honor guard than in our entire band.”

“We’ll not be scared off by a handful of the devils,” Cai said.  “And 3000?  What have been drinking?  Are there even 3000 of the monsters in all of Britannia?  If there are, so be it. I’ll take on five hundred myself, and that’s with my shield arm tied behind my back.”

“Really, at least 3000.  I’ve never seen anything like it,” the other scout said.  “They mean to break the last of the resistance and rule the entire island.” Continue reading

Review: Seasons of Imagination by Trent P. McDonald

The first blog review of “Seasons of Imagination”! Thanks Lauren!

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Purchase from Amazon – Australia  USA  UK

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Seasons of Imagination is a collection of short stories about people. McDonald explores the depth of the human condition by placing characters in different situations to see how they interact with one another.

The collection is an eclectic variety of short fiction. There is no set genre the collection falls into and no specific theme, but it works. At its heart Seasons of Imagination is about people. People are different, they are unable to be categorised, people are eclectic. McDonald shows the good, the bad, and the ugly. He doesn’t shy away from the truth.

“I looked into His eyes and saw strength and wisdom, wisdom that was born with the mountains.” – McDonald “Rite of Passage” in Seasons of Imagination

My personal favourites from the collection are “Whispering Breeze” and “Eardwulf”.

The collection is made up of…

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Stars

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

The ship was quiet.

“Where is everyone?” Captain Martins switched from one camera to the next.  Nothing.  The only unmonitored but accessible place was the observation deck.

Wondering why all nine crew members would be stuffed in there, she made her way forward.

She moved Lt. Chen aside to enter.

The stars, still despite the ships extraordinary speed, greeted her.  She was puzzled.  Everything seemed normal.  Why the blank expressions?

As she watched, the stars moved, resolving into the streets of home.

“Close the blast shields!” she said, but it was too late; her mind was sucked into the void.

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Weekly Smile 60! #weklysmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

My smile is going to be a bit different today.  Why not? :)

I got up relatively early on Saturday (18th) morning.  The sun was just making an appearance and lighting my bedroom.  I went into the kitchen for my boring breakfast routine.  As I ate, I watched out the window, actually a sliding glass door.  From my kitchen table I can see Swan Pond just at the end of the road.  There is a landing, so the view of the water is unobstructed.

The day looked good.  There was barely a ripple on the pond, meaning there was little wind.  I hoped this was true all over the Cape (what we call Cape Cod).  Sometimes I will see little wind, but then going out it will be very strong where I want to walk.

I was out the door by 7:45 and headed to Chapin Beach. Continue reading

Nancy (Embers)

(This is part fifth and final installment of the “Embers” series which started with Over the Embers and continued with Derek (Luck)Teddy (Frogs) and Jason (Stars) )

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I had the website for the campground open and was trying to figure out what I needed to do to cancel our spot.  I felt bad because we had put in the reservations well over a year in advance, but there was no way we’d be able to make it.

“What are you doing honey?”

I hadn’t heard Nancy enter the room.  Her face was puffy and pasty pale.  She didn’t have a wig on.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You were going to cancel the reservations, weren’t you?” she asked.

“Well, since you asked, actually I was,” I said.  “You know that there is no way we’d go without you.  I’m not going to leave your side.”

“I know, honey, but you won’t have to worry about that.  Go.”

For a second a surge of joy went through my mind.  She was going to be better!  She’d be able to come.  But then a dull realization descended on me of exactly what she was saying.  I got up and took her in my arms.

“Please promise me that you and the boys will still go.  Please?”

I looked into her pleading eyes.  A tear fell onto her face.  I couldn’t help it.

“We will go,” I said.  “I promise.  No matter what, we will go.”

She smiled.  “Good.  By then you’ll really need to get out of the house.  Can you help me back to bed?”

I walked her into the bedroom and tucked her in.  She smiled up at me.

I forced myself awake.  I was not going to relive what came next, the next few days and weeks.  I wasn’t ready or strong enough. Continue reading

I Want Your Smiles #weeklysmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Weekly Smile #WeeklySmile

Today is a travel day, when i return back to New Hampshire.  I have a million and one things on my agenda.  But you know what?  The sun is shining and it is the second warm day in a row!  I just took the dogs for a run in the deep, but slushy snow.  At the end Fiyero dug a little hole in the snow to lie to cool down.  Even though I’ve done a lot of work arounf both houses and a lot of driving, I’ve been outside a lot and will continue to be outside.  Despite the snow, it feels like Spring! Continue reading

Jason (Stars)

(This is part four of the “Embers” series which started with Over the Embers and continued with Derek (Luck)  and then Teddy (Frogs))

Milky Way

I walked away from our makeshift camp to finish my routine before going to bed.  We had spread the tarp out, just off of the road and at the edge of a field, and arranged the bags and blanket on it.  We also built a fire ‘pit’, actually a ring of stones with some dirt at the bottom, on the road in front of the sleeping area.

We had taken it easy after lunch, pausing for a few breaks so the boys could explore.  The hillside and woods were wonderful, as diverse as anything we’d see in the park and I wanted to make the most of our time together, while still heading out to be ‘rescued’.  We stopped once at a boulder field and another time by a stream and the boys had a blast.  It was easy to forget that we were walking out of an accident site to find help.

The field gave us a perfect spot for the night.  I didn’t want to be on the road in case some kids came driving up it looking for a private spot to drink or make out.  I figured we were about a mile from the main road and should be able to make it early the next day. Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 18th of February

Beatles and Coffee

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice large mug of very strong French Roast, a cuppa tea or other morning appropriate beverage.  As some of you may be able to tell from the picture at the top of the page, I am down on Cape Cod this weekend.  Don’t you just love those Beatles mugs?

Today is nice and sunny and is supposed to get pretty warm, at least relatively speaking.  I have already been for a long walk on the beach in the below freezing temperatures.  It was a great walk!  In a bit I might go cold water kayaking – there is little wind right now, so it would be a perfect time.  Later I may go running and then take a long walk in the woods.  Perhaps I’ll go down to a closer beach for a few minutes.  Like I said, it is gorgeous (for mid-February)!

For now, though, let’s sit and sip our coffee while we chat. Continue reading

Teddy (Frogs)

(This is part three of the “Embers” series which started with Over the Embers and continued with Derek (Luck) )

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“About 480 million years ago, the North American plate started moving and it made the mountains raise up, like the snow in front of a plow.”  Teddy had been talking almost nonstop since we had started walking.  I used to do the same thing when I was his age if I was around people I knew.  Like me at that age, he was shy around strangers and was beginning to withdraw into himself as an introvert.

“After it gained speed and pushed the ocean plates out of the way, bam! It hit a continental plate and things got interesting.”  He was a lot like me in many ways.  Watching him gave me a glimpse of my younger self.

“Then Africa joined the party, making Pangea, with the Appalachians rising out of the middle, higher than the Himalayas.”

“Uh uh,” Derek said.  “The Himalayas are huge and the Appalachians are wimpy.  The Rockies are much bigger and then there are the …, uhm, hey Dad!  What are the mountains in South America called?”

“The Andes,” I said.

“Yeah, the Andes.  They’re bigger than the Rockies, yet they’re tiny compared to the Himalayas.”

“Maybe now,” Teddy said.  “The Appalachians have been eroding for hundreds of millions of years.”  I wondered what 250 million years meant to an eight year old.  “They’re ancient and worn down.  Heck, there are parts of the mountains that were created by the washout of the main chain.  Isn’t that all right, Dad?” Continue reading