Iowa

Welcome to my blog and thanks for following! The writings are created by me, Jennifer Alfia DiMarzo and the photographs presented are also taken by me.  (Painting above:  a commission for the Blackhawk Hotel, Cedar Falls, IA, created by my husband, Dean DiMarzo).  I appreciate your time and dedication as I travel into my eleventh month of blog writings.  I hope that you may be able to continue joining me throughout the remaining couple of months of my creative year long journey! Thanks again and enjoy!

Glancing east, Tonance was captured by the endless rows of cornfields.  His eyes wide and lit like a child unwrapping his first bicycle.  The field's breeze felt so serene and inviting as the corn stalks swayed gracefully to a slow beat, all of their own.  Captivated by the stalks and the sunset, Tonance and his horse, Nouze, continued on, galloping freely towards the infinite dirt roads with colorful rusty barns that lay ahead.  One of the first barns he approached, had two arched round doors.  This particular mustard colored barn blended with the environment perfectly, whilst a man sitting on a stool playing banjo appeared beside it, almost like he was planted there.  As the man took the straw out of his mouth and replaced it with a harmonica, Nouze's ears perked up and his large, muscular body halted.  The harmonica hummed just as Tonance's great grandmother's old silver tea kettle whistled.  He immediately roped Nouze to the nearby telephone pole, as he travelled back in time at least thirty years.  Tonance flipped the feathers in his long, black ponytail from his left shoulder to his back, slung on his leather beaded cape and strongly stepped onto the dirt below.  He communicated instantly with all of the townspeople peeking out of the door at him and smiling.  Their sparkly eyes and the kind waves of each of their arms, made it an easy decision for him to embark upon the musical journey inside.  Nouze showed his approval by taking a large drink of water from the wash bin filled with tasty suds.   Tonance grabbed two suds and tapped them gently together as he sat down at the distressed high wooden table with tall bar stool that was meant just for him.  What a wonderful bunch he would be nestling in with for the night. 


~Written by Jennifer Alfia DiMarzo

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Creatively Yours Always,

Jennifer Alfia