Archive | July, 2013

Extraordinary Tuesday (Photography Challenge Photos)

23 Jul

So, earlier today, I challenged you guys, and myself, to go out and take pictures of everyday things, and different angles.  I’m not sure how well I did with the challenge, I guess I’ll let you all be the judge of that.  Be sure to click the ‘Continue Reading’ link to see all the photos!

Falling Upstairs

Falling Upstairs

Journey

Journey

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Photography Challenge For Everyone (and me)!

23 Jul
Category:Wikipedia requested photographs of ph...

Category:Wikipedia requested photographs of photography (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We didn’t actually make it over to my parent’s house the other day for me to take some pictures.  This blog post reminded me that we don’t always need great scenery or spectacular events to see beauty, and that the challenge of photography isn’t in capturing the extraordinary, but in capturing the ordinary, in an extraordinary way.

I’ve challenged myself to take my camera out today and take pictures
of ‘ordinary’ things, that I either don’t usually ‘see’, or things I see
all the time, but viewed in a different way, and I offer the same challenge to whoever reads this post… pull out your camera and look at the world differently, post your image(s), and leave me a comment with the link or a pingback.  I will do my best to comment on all of them, and will post links for as many as I can.

I hope you all take me up on it! I’ll be posting my pictures later today!

More Photography…

22 Jul

Apparently pictures really are worth a thousand words.  Pictures and posts about weight loss.  After reviewing my ‘Likes’ on posts I’ve made, the top two topics are my photos/photography posts, and my posts about weight loss.  Since weight loss is a hit or miss subject with me, I’ll make another post sharing some of my lens work.

I don’t proclaim to be a great shutterbug, but I have been told I have a natural eye.  So, here are a few more of my pictures, and I hope you enjoy viewing them as much as I enjoyed snapping them!

Post edited to add:  Only the second and third photo have been edited.  The first and last are exactly as I shot them, no ‘doctoring’.

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Soul Shells (A Short, Dark Story)

22 Jul
Crab Hides In Gastropod Shell

Crab Hides In Gastropod Shell (Photo credit: Maitri)

He was dead.

I knew it.  Deep in my bones, where you know things.  He was dead and I knew it.  I still couldn’t believe it, because sometimes the mind cannot accept what the bones just seem to know, but my brain accepting it or not didn’t change the facts.

I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.  I’d never seen a corpse before, outside of a funeral parlor, and a morbid curiosity I hadn’t known I possessed seemed to draw me closer.  Closer, and closer still.  The whole time I was inching forward, I watched him.  Looking , searching for something.  What, I’m not sure.  Perhaps a shallow rise and fall of his back, or a whisper of breath, enough to move the scraggly hair that had fallen over his face.  Something, anything my disbelieving brain could use to tell my bones that they didn’t know quite as much as they claimed.  I hoped for a sign of life.  I would have prayed for it if I still believed in God, but I did hope.    Once, I thought I did see something, but my mind recognized the illusion for what it was.

When I was close enough to touch the body I stopped, unsure.  I’d seen enough crime dramas to know you weren’t supposed to disturb a crime scene, and I had the type of luck that I could be pretty sure that right about the time I touched something, someone would come along, and I’d end up taking the rap for killing the guy myself. Continue reading

Love

21 Jul
A Japanese couple holding hands on the beach

A Japanese couple holding hands on the beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Our love didn’t fall from the sky and land in our lap.

It’s the kind of love that lasts a lifetime.

It’s not conventionally pretty or beautiful.

It’s scarred up- lumpy, bumpy and bruised.

It’s got laugh lines, wrinkles and grey hairs.

We had to fight for it, with it, and sometimes against it.

It hasn’t always been easy to live with, or seemed worth the pain to keep it.

But it’s ours,

and I think it’s perfect.

Short and Sweet (and Hopeful)

21 Jul
"Pioneer"

“Pioneer”

I’m going to my parent’s house today.  I’m taking my camera, and will hopefully get some nice pictures of some things around their place.  Mom’s got a lot of flowers, I hope some are still in bloom. Continue reading

When You Can’t Find The Words…

20 Jul

You know, they say a picture is worth a thousand words… so I thought that as long as I don’t have many words to type, perhaps I can show them in some of my work…  I hope you enjoy these pictures… (Click the Continue Reading link to see all photos)

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Blank Slate

20 Jul
The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris

The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you have been following my blog, you know that this sort of post is not in character for me.  Hell, the title of my blog is Free, Fun or Interesting.  That implies a subject.  A direction of thought that has a destination in mind, or at least the idea of one.  It’s been days since I’ve felt that.  I hate not having something to TELL you all, but I feel like sitting in silence, saying nothing, just implies that I don’t care, or that the blog hasn’t been on my mind.  It has.  Much more than you probably think, but I haven’t had anything to say that would be worth a damn.  I have thoughts and opinions about everything, but nothing has presented itself to me to give my thoughts and opinions ON.

They say the heart wants what the heart wants… and my heart really wants to post something worthwhile, but my mind isn’t cooperating.  My brain at the moment feels like a black hole.  A vortex sucking up every thought I have, and jettisoning it out into the ether, giving me no time to form a cohesive sentence about it, much less an entire blog post.  I hate this feeling.  Feeling adrift.  Having no particular direction to go toward… I want something to learn about, something to pull me in a certain direction, because right now, I just feel… lost.

I’ve been having some profound moments of self-thought/discovery, so I wonder if I’m one of those people that, while internalizing things, I’m unable to actualize anything productive that doesn’t have to do with my preoccupation.  I understand that having something taking up a lot of my thoughts and mental energy doesn’t leave as much room for quality material regarding other things, and that I promised Continue reading

A Good Man Is Hard To Find…

15 Jul
English: Peace, love and happyness award Franç...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I lightly touched on some of the things that have been going on with me while I was away from writing, but I failed to mention the awesomeness that has been going on over here from my partner, my best friend, my lover… my soul mate.

Last week, he got off of work early.  He came home (unannounced) to surprise me, and surprise me he did.  He scared the shit out of me, lol.  I thought someone was trying to break into the house.  The door opens, and there he is- lunchbox in one hand, and half a dozen pink roses in the other.  He steps in, says, “I’m home, baby!” and holds up the flowers.  I launch myself toward him, wrap my arms around his neck, and promptly burst into tears.

It was the first time in my 33 years of life that a man has brought me flowers for no reason at all, and only the second time in my life a man has brought me flowers from an actual florist shop.  To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. Continue reading

85 Year-Old Woman Abused

14 Jul
Mrs.O on her 85th birthday.  2013.

Mrs.O on her 85th birthday. 2013.

Today’s post is a serious one.  Abuse in any form is disgusting and despicable, but especially so when it occurs against those who are unable to defend themselves- children, animals and the elderly.  For those of you who think nursing homes are the only places elderly abuse takes place, please, read on and discover how erroneous that line of thinking is.

I’d like to introduce you to Mrs. O.  She’s an 85-year-old woman who is bedridden, weighs less than 100 lbs, suffers from short-term memory loss and mostly blind due to stroke, and has no teeth.  She has lived with her son and his wife for the last nine years.  As a young woman, she married a man twenty years her senior who already had four children, and gave birth to four children of her own during their marriage.  Her husband passed away in the eighties, and from that point she lived on her own until health issues required that she move in with her son after in-home care was no longer an option.  For the first 7 1/2 years, she was under the sole care of her daughter-in-law until a fall resulting in a broken hip led to declining health, eventually leading to her becoming bedridden.  At this point the family felt that her care was too much for her DIL (daughter-in-law) to handle alone, so they called in a local in-home care company to provide care for her during the day and assist with things like feeding and bathing, changing linens, etc.  The family didn’t want to subject her to a nursing home where she would be surrounded by strangers, and they felt she was safer having her cared for in their home instead of at a facility where they couldn’t monitor her care.  Continue reading

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