While I have offered some good advice in my Wordslinger posts, (and we've all had a few good yucks in the process) I think that this month's essay has the potential to do the most good for any and all writers in any and all mediums.
At a reunion held in an old family church, I found the two boys by themselves in a corner of the room. I nearly ran over people to sneak a shot of their innocence. I overheard the older one say how he would protect the younger one and stand up for him if anyone messed with him. No alterations were made to the photograph and no filters were used.
At a reunion held in an old family church, I found the two boys by themselves in a corner of the room. I nearly ran over people to sneak a shot of their innocence. This close-up of the younger boy captured his thoughtful reflection. No alterations were made to the photograph and no filters were used.
As we were ending our rare outing through the backwoods in the country, I turned the corner around a large oak tree. The sun broke through the towering trees to illuminate the presence of the web to keep me from walking straight into it. No alterations were made to this photograph and no filters were used.
Today's blogiversary guest post comes from Kat Bastion...and it's a good one peeps.
Read and enjoy...O...and there's a giveaway at the end :)
Well peeps...it's the first official day of my vacation...Yay me...and the first weekend in October as well. I've been taking a fall holiday for years now because it's one of my favorite times of the year. The weather is cooler...which I love, the mountains where I live go from fluffy green to fiery reds, and oranges. To celebrate both my holiday and October I have a poem by one of my favorites...Robert Frost, and a few photos as well.
Death Is Never More Beautiful
© 2012 by Mit Maras
In unwavering reverence,
We watch as she dances,
Hues of autumn adorn her ever reaching branches.
With a natural pluck,
Each canvas spirals down,
Until nothing but death now blankets the ground.
For so long we have sought,
The solitude of her darkest places,
Forced from shadows we now bare our own faces.
I hear your keys unlock the door
just home from work
your briefcase lands
on the floor
I am waiting for you.
You find me sitting at the counter
my back to you
wearing only your white dress shirt
not looking up,
with a sense of desire.
Walking slowly through the room
behind me you stand…
It's Saturday morning, and here in NC it's feeling like fall...at least in the mornings. The air is crisp outside...which I like. Yeah...I'm one of those who favors temperatures in the 60's and 70's, so my two favorite seasons are Spring and Fall. The leaves haven't begun to turn colors here yet, but they will soon...