A 52-Week Photo Journey

… Mary Nell Moore's Photography

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Week 29 – #8. Broken

I was not too excited to see this poor bird with what appeared to be a “broken” wing.  Although injured, it seemed to be getting around pretty well searching for a snack.  Doesn’t it make you wonder how it was injured?Broken_MNM6542.jpg




Week 27 – #51. Worst _______ Ever

Imagine driving down the road and seeing this!  I had the opportunity to talk with the driver and discovered it is the home on wheels for two artists from Memphis and their two dogs as they travel from city to city to display their art.  The driver threw back his shoulders and proudly exclaimed that he designed it himself for his lady.  While deciding what to do with this photo … surely it fits a theme … I decided that it wouldn’t hurt a bit to throw some texture and additional paint at it and label it the “Worst Motorhome Ever.”

Worst ______ Ever





Week 26 – #14. Emotional

1.26.18 My HometownThis morning I was strolling alongside Sarasota Bay in search of a suitable photo to take with my Lensbaby Twist 60 when I came upon several eternal reefs placed in the park adjacent to Bird Key.  These families and individuals have chosen cremation and the ashes of their loved ones are placed in these eternal reefs as permanent environmental living legacies for generations to come.  I once read that some families and friends participate in the creation of their loved one’s memorial reef by placing their hand print in the damp concrete during the casting.  What an “emotional” experience that would be but such a beautiful thing to do.




Week 24 – #2. A Stranger

In 1978, “a stranger” walked into my office and introduced himself as Nino Piccolo, the architect who would be designing a new office building for my employer, and from that day forward we have been good friends.  While in Chattanooga just before Christmas we got together for lunch for what may be the last time we see each other before he returns to Italy, his homeland, in April. Our time over lunch was spent talking about the good times we have shared and the many mutual friends we have lost over the years.  Nino’s daughter, Christina, is accompanying him and will be teaching English to students in a nearby school.  They will reside in Nino’s home overlooking a beautiful countryside in Ascoli Piceno in the Marche region.  I wish you well, my friend, enjoy la dolce vita and I will keep my promise to visit you in the not-too-distant future.BW IMG_1890



Week 23 – #35. Rows of ________

If I am in Chattanooga at this time of the year, I always make an effort to visit the Chattanooga National Cemetery, established in 1863.  It touches my heart to see the Christmas wreaths placed on the “rows of headstones” of deceased veterans. According to news reports, in December volunteers placed over 9,000 wreaths one Saturday and an additional 16,000 wreaths the following Saturday.  Each year more and more wreaths are placed and I hope I am in Chattanooga to see wreaths placed on each gravesite in the more than 120-acre site. This photo is not only to show a small portion of the cemetery but in memory of my three 1st cousins who are interred there.#35. Rows of _MNM5552



Week 22 – #37. Senior Hands

I have the great pleasure of introducing you to two beautiful ladies, Bette and Eleanor, who I feel privileged to know.  At ages 96 and 86, respectively, life has given and taken from them.  When I look at their “senior hands,” I envision the love and care given to their children; all the story time books they have held; all the birthday presents they have wrapped; all the cookie dough they have stirred ; all the knees they have bandaged; and all the tears they have blotted._MNM4987