
Vision in my head
Now, I need to work for it
One step at a time
Put ideas together
Make it all happen for you…
-MAD/AAA
A place to show my work

Vision in my head
Now, I need to work for it
One step at a time
Put ideas together
Make it all happen for you…
-MAD/AAA

Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week

I want to toss my hands in the air,
And give up.
What is the point anymore?
But I need to stay strong.
For there is sunshine after a storm.

100 years ago, on
December 12, 1925
The first “motor hotel,” later abbreviated “motel,” opened in San Luis Obispo, California, the halfway point when driving from San Francisco to Los Angeles.

All I want is peace
Fear it will never happen
I hope and I pray
That one day it will find me
Until then, I keep searching…
-MAD/AAA

Dreams can come true, dear
Upon a star, wishes fly
Work for it, they say
No matter what you will do
Remember, “Just keep going”…
-MAD/AAA

Tighten up your belt
It’s the thriftiest you’ve felt
Don’t worry you won’t melt
In the end, it will all be heartfelt.
Buckle up and save every dime
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-AAA/MAD

“I choose to make the rest of my life the best of my life.” —Louise Hay

Pristine beams of light.
Dancing every day and night.
A beautiful sight.
Bringing peace and harmony
Nature’s wondrous delight.
AAA/MAD

By the number
4,862
Ring count of Prometheus, a bristlecone pine tree cut down for research purposes in 1964 by U.S. Forest Service personnel in eastern Nevada. Scientist believe the tree may have been more than 5,000 years old, making it the oldest non-clonal organism ever discovered.

A person named Ego had quite the persona,
Always thinking highly, like a majestic iguana.
But deep down inside, beneath the bravado and pelf,
Lay a tiny, insecure, and fragile self.

The memories of time spent together.
will always warm my heart
How I miss those days
where we would spend hours doing nothing
But those are gone
The echoes of laughter linger still,
In moments that time cannot fulfill.
Chasing shadows beneath the stars,
Dreaming of futures, unmarked by scars.
Though seasons have changed and paths diverged,
In the tapestry of life, our memories surged.
I carry your smile, a beacon of light,
Guiding me gently through the darkest of nights.
So here’s to the days, both joyful and sweet,
To the warmth of your presence, each moment a treat.
Though distance may grow and life pull us apart,
You’ll always be cherished, forever in my heart.

Color swirls in the morning light,
Delight in hues that play and blend,
A canvas bright, igniting delight.
Blend the visions that never end.
Delight in hues that play and blend,
As nature’s canvas, colors mend.
Not knowing when each one ends
Delight in hues that play and blend,
Color swirls in the morning light,
Delight in hues that play and blend,
A canvas bright, igniting delight.
Blend the visions that never end

“What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.” —Jane Goodall

Oh my! what is this
hidden away in my jacket
I haven’t seen it in ages
what am I going to do with it?
Perhaps it’s a forgotten note
or a trinket with a story to tell
An old photograph or a coin
Lost in time, waiting to be found
Whatever it is, it’s a little mystery
A glimpse into my own history
I’ll savor the moment, take a pause
And appreciate this unexpected cause