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Wordless Wednesday: Summer Camp
Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves
Curves…
How many internet “news” headlines associate that word with female celebrities on the red carpet? SOOOooo not my style of subject.
The curve ball? The cosmic 2 by 4 upside the head? Ah, yes. That experience is one with which I am familiar. I appreciate a good twist of fate/destiny/plot/philosophy. I’ve been reading a 1917 copy of Best Russian Short Stories compiled by Thomas Seltzer. Intense! Revolutionary! Profound! I recommend The Shades, A Phantasy by Korolenko: Socrates investigating the justice of religion, and for lighter fare, How a Muzhik Fed Two Officials by Saltykov: like Mark Twain satire, only Russian.
Visually, curves are naturally graceful. Is there anything in nature that is completely straight? I’ve thought about that several times, and the closest thing I can come up with is a pine needle. Any other ideas out there?
So, here are some curves from my photo files:
Wordless Wednesday: Opera house
Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting
I must be sharing some head space with Cheri at Word Press. I’ve been thinking about ephemerals as I photographed the woodland wildflowers a few weeks ago. An entire hillside was covered in trout lily, and I was excited at the prospect of seeing them all bloom at once. I went back two weeks later to discover that I’d missed it.
Fleeting. Short life cycles. Tomorrow is the 35th anniversary of the first time I kissed my husband. He died at the age of 47. “It’s not the years in your life, but the life in your years that counts.” That quote is attributed to Abraham Lincoln, and my sister-in-law read it at Jim’s memorial. Living, sentient beings change over time, rapidly or slowly doesn’t matter. We are all impermanent. Is that an aberration? Or is that just the way it is? Rage or accept as you will, the wheel turns, the cycle moves.
Wordless Wednesday: Amazement
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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says
“And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence” – Simon & Garfunkel
This is absolutely the first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt for this photo challenge, and the first image that I thought of is this shot that I took last Friday at the trail head to the section of the Ice Age Trail we hiked that day.
Graffiti….is it art or is it disrespect? I suppose that depends on what it is and where. How about on an ancient Egyptian wall? Yeah, that made the news this week. Is that a prophecy of destruction? There are many examples of that abroad on our planet. How about prophecies of hope and healing? They seem harder to come by. Here’s one I found this morning:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=TqFaiVNuy1k




