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I told you …

I said that when the crocuses appeared my depression would magically disappear. Well … here go.

I’m waiiiiting …

BY the way, I am very pleased that I am still working on my novel for Nano Camp and it’s going pretty well! Last night I did some prompts with a friend via some youtube videos put up by Nano Camp. Unfortunately, for the first prompt, I wound up coming up with the video for 2014, not 2015. Also, I heard the word “thoughts” when they said “box.” But the prompt caused me to have a very interesting conversation between my characters, so it’s all good. I would share it with you but I am bashful about sharing my work until I have a chance to pick it all to bits.

All in all, I am so happy with my progress. Happy that when I get behind, I don’t quit. Happy that when I don’t feel like writing, I do it anyway. It’s pretty cool how much writing you can produce when you write!

On that profound note, I bid you adieu as I go back to waiting for my depression to lift. šŸ˜€

Photo101: Solitude, and the Rule of Thirds

This is Day 5 of the Photography 101 Course through WordPress.

First, we were to show a photo representing solitude. I chose two photos.

The first exampleĀ of solitudeĀ could be up to debate. Is the tree the solitary item? or is it the tiny human beside it?

In the next photo, these were our instructions per the Photo101 course:

As you frame your shot, consider the tried-and-true Rule of Thirds, which is a great introductory lesson in composition. Divide your shot into thirds, both horizontally and vertically, so you get nine parts. Your camera probably has the option to display this grid in your viewfinder or LCD screen. But if not, envision this atop your frame:


Place your subject at the intersections of these lines, or along them.

In the following shot, continuing from the instructions, “the placement of the girl, toward the bottom-right, creates a more interesting composition ā€” her aloneness is amplified by all of the open space to the left. This off-center placement also aligns with how our eyes naturally interact with images.”

“Rules are meant to be broken, of course, especially since each image is different! Today, experiment with this grid as you frame your solitary subject.”

Here, the rule of thirds is applied. TheĀ woman is relaxing in front of a million dollar view. But can she see it beyond the hedge? Is there anything else that might be interfering with what she sees? Is she worried about something? Is she enjoying her solitude, or trying to conquer it?

The photo was cropped from this larger photo, below. Which one do you think is more interesting, and why?



4 Takes, Photo101 Course

Today I am playing catch-up on assignments through WordPress’ Photo101 Course. I wanted to see if I could learn more about photography and how to incorporate it into my blog.

This first image represents HomeĀ 

When my family first moved to Maine from New York, the first thing I remember seeing wasĀ the skyline of the City of Portland. This building, seen framed by the trees, is fondly known as the Time and Temperature Building. That black square announces, of course, time and temperature, as well as parking bans in the winter, and occasionally will be used for other purposes. Seems to me I have seen “Happy Easter,” and “Call Joe” (referring to a local law office). My father worked in that building for several years as a hair stylist.Ā I still get a sense ofĀ calmĀ when I see it from a distance. It just means “home.”

In the foreground of the photo is BackĀ Cove, also calledĀ “Back Bay.” There is a walking trail surrounding the cove that is used by joggers, bicyclists, dog-walkers, skateboarders, roller bladers, and just plain old ladies walking, like myself. (Ok, not officially “old,” but getting there). There are often walk-a-thons held for different charities from Payson Park nearby. This park is home to several Little League games, tennis, soccer, you name it. This is another great place for dogs and their owners, picnics, sunning, reading … you get the idea.

The next assignment was to take a picture of a street. Since I don’t have the oomph to go runningĀ around the streets in subzero temps and mile-high snowbanks at this time, this old photo will have to do. Besides, I like this kind of street better anyway.

The photo was taken at the Eastern Promenade in Portland, Maine. Eastern Prom is also used for walking, biking, skateboarding, sight seeing, picnicking, and the like. There is a public beach from which boats may be launched, swimmers may swim, and dogs may dog. There are great views of Casco Bay, walking paths, a gazebo, and a hundred photo ops. Ok, if you insist, I will provide you with a sneak peak of theĀ view (Fort Gorges seen on the right; no extra charge).

The next assignment: Water.

I chose this picture for obvious reasons. I love the mirrored surface of the water and the birds flying just above the surface. I also love trees, and their silhouettes against the sky and over the water.Ā (Photo taken again at Back Cove, seen from Baxter Boulevard, Portland, ME),

Lastly, here is a picture that represents Bliss. I don’t know if you are getting a sense of theme here, but apparently I love the ocean. In fact, the ocean was the factor that sold me, when my dad broke it to us that we were moving to Maine from upstate New York. The ocean is what keeps me. When I moved a couple of hours North, and could not get to the ocean, I was miserable and couldn’t wait to get back Home. That’s not to say I have no wanderlust; I do! Just make sure that somewhere along the line I can get to the ocean.

This photo was taken at The Lobster Shack At Two Lights in Cape Elizabeth, Maine

(Subjects in photo are anonymous. No animals were harmed in the taking of this picture).

The Daily Post through WordPress has a weekly photo challenge. I’m not formally following them, but when I see one I like (thanks Julia) I like to try them.

The instructions:
For this challenge, share an image of symmetry. Donā€™t limit yourself to architecture ā€” you can bend this theme in any way youā€™d like.

A portrait of your twins? A window grille? The yellow lines of a busy road? A row of sharp points along a metal fence? Let the world inspire you.

The image I selected is a photo of the building across from my living room windows. There is symmetry in the windows themselves, in the snow at the bottom of the windows, and in the fact that the photo was taken through my window screen.

Why not try posting one, and ping back to me?

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Symmetry.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

I’m sure there are many smells that I could come up with from my childhood: The smell of mom’s cigarette. The smell of urine soaked clothing after a walk home from school (the walk of shame). The smell of Mom’s cooking and baking, always served an hour later than I neededĀ it. Ā Oh that long hour!

And there are theĀ smells and sounds that evoke mixed feelings: those of a hot summer night that ended way too soon. It was still very very light out and the summer day was not spent, as far as I was concerned. Ā I was perhaps five years old. Mom had cruelly (in my eyes) insisted I go to bed. I was crushed! How could she make me go to bed already! I remember distinctly telling her no and throwing an uncharacteristic tantrum. But somehow she over-rode my logic and overpowered my resistance, and there I was in bed. I cried and cried, wiping my eyes on the hem of my light cotton PJ’s.Ā The fact that they were relatively new did nothing for my sorrow.

And then the sound hit my ears: that soft meditative drone. Shortly after that, the smell of fresh cut grass and gasoline. My tears turned to sorrowful singing to accompany the sound. How devastated I was! And how put-upon! Had the song “Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child” not been yet written, that is what I would have been heard singing. Eventually, all combined led me to lie down in reluctant peace, and dreams, forgetting about my “horribly cruel” mother.

Somehow in my later years the sound of the mower, the smell of the grass, continued to be associated with peace, and a little bit of Ā longing. Dad was somewhere out there, all was well. Ā I could let go of my sorrows, and sleep.

I challenge my readers to do a similar exercise; would love to read your thoughts.