Regret-Michelle McClelland

            The darkest of moments lead you into mouth of regret, gruesome with all the horrific nature that brought you to that lonesome place.  Everything you had consumed by the lustful nature of just one more hit!  

            A deep inhale and then a moment of calm before the heart races and for that fragmented part of time everything was going to be okay, all the worries manifested into a quickly dissipating mist.

            Quickly springing to your feet........feeling invincible, ten feet tall as it were, the streets were the playground with no limits of time or  rules that could contain us; but a game of roulette perused with each and every line, it was a chance of life or death and that was often forgotten.

            Once something to be proud of, but somehow it all slipped away.  Friends would die, jobs would be lost, addictions became the priorities and darkness quickly overcame any light. The bottom had finally hit, completely alone, broke and desperate!

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Shadow- Michelle McClelland Post

  Deep down within the darkest parts of my soul lies the shadows of doubts, despair, and fear always seemingly louder with every passing day; and at those moments when it seems too much to bare it's just easiest to rip them away

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Vision- Michelle McClelland Post

"It is within my imagination I find true vision and beauty that surrounds me"

 I forgot somewhere along the way how magical my vision of the world was as a child. I suppose this is just something we lose as we become adults and our minds fade away the unrealistic possibilities and the what if's. But on some amazing occasions we are left to remember those brief moments of wonderment and laughter by sitting back and watching the spark of a child and the imagination that comes leaping from them.


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The Element of Revenge- Michelle McClelland Post

Here you will see an image of one of the first marshmallow camp outs that practice human shish kabobing and roasting heads over an open camp fire; now a  family favorite in many marshmallow homes. No kid can resist the sweet and salty taste as well as the crunchy texture.       

   

Their once was a peaceful kingdom in a faraway land. But one day greedy, hungry men came from outside of the kingdom and devoured the peaceful villages and everything within them. Saddened to find out their beloved king was thrown into a large cup of hot milk and chocolate, the marshmallow people ran in fear of being eaten, and became lost with out their beloved king! Soon their hearts filled with anger, hurt, and confusion they found themselves pondering the elements of revenge. They no longer stood in fear but rallied up and hunted each and every man that took part in destroying their peaceful land and robbing them of their families.

Elements- Michelle McClelland

Slipping away moment by moment, sweet giggles and pleasant sounds of polite people that passed on the street. Music once played here, and first kisses once exchanged - but time riddled those memories as it did the very land they stood upon...history they all would say. I don't remember time ever passing as fast as it does now, and the sheer panic of this realization that it only progresses faster as you age!  My struggle to control this uncontrollable force led me here to capture the love of a still frame, that precise moment when light and time collide to make an absolute replication of a memory that will stay long after my mind and body had betrayed me. It is in the element of time that history is built, happiness and life is created, as well as death and sorrow. The greatest equalizer of all things – time.

Macro: Michelle McClelland

My Macromallow

  Here a small gingerbread village is torn by war.  The soldiers came quietly, preying on the weak and ravaging the marshmallows.  Those affected by the tragedy weep for the sacrifices that are to be made – all in the name of deliciousness.  Remember, you can't spell “warmth” without “war.”


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