Looking for the sun


Clouds cover my view

Life seems overcast and blue

Sunshine hides from me

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Looking into clouds

I search for signs of hope, love

Sunshine eludes me

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Gray clouds mask my eyes

Unveiling the sunshine dull

Hope hides within me

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For those fighting with sadness and depression.

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge.

Prompt words ~ Clouds & Sunshine

Facts and memories ~ what you recall


Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving.

What you have caught on film is captured forever…

it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.

~ Aaron  Siskind ~

Our memories can be selective and based upon our perspective. Some details are easily forgotten while others cling to our minds. We relive feelings, both good and bad, as we recall a moment. And if we close our eyes – we can almost taste or see a particularly memorable event when thinking of it. Unfortunately, all those perceptions may not be the same as someone else.

This difference doesn’t necessarily mean one person is lying though. It just means they saw it a different way or at a another perspective.

I have said on many occasions, that if you have two people and one situation, you will have three stories. Each person will have their perspective of course, and somewhere in the middle generally lies the simple, unfiltered facts.

It makes sense when you think about it, and often, I think this difference is best described by comparing it to photography.

Take a look at the three iPhone macro photography shots of some peppers from my garden. Each picture is different. Yet, they are the same peppers. And I would bet, that if you gave these peppers to another photographer, they would capture yet another view. In fact, there are probably countless ways to photograph the same thing.

This factor makes life incredibly fun, and yet frustrating. From cooking to politics, people can find vast variety when looking at the same things. Some may find one idea/picture/song/etc motivating and uplifting while another finds the same boring and offensive. And then, there are probably even more views somewhere in the middle. Essentially, no one sees things the same way. As unique human beings, this should be expected though. We all think, feel, and love differently. Therefore, our perspectives will almost always vary.

The magic with photography (and several other mediums of art) is that our perspective is captured. Through our pictures, we freeze time. We paint a view of our feelings. We create a sense of texture.  We open a window to those who were not there. We invite a peek into our minds. That moment is now fact, forever, and we created it. It is no longer our perception alone, but the perception of all those who ssw our work. To me, that is empowering.

I can replace bland with beauty and boring with wonder. I can invite people to places that they would have likely ignored. I can spread magic into hearts that have grown tired. Overall, I can (hopefully) reveal just how amazing life and the world can still be, and make someone regain a little hope and motivation to continue. Because, maybe from their perspective, it just hasn’t looked that good.

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 For Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge ~ Macro.

September is suicide prevention month in the Army, and I guess this was on my mind. Yet, I didn’t realize it until the last couple of paragraphs.

But that is the way my Thursday phoneography posts it seems. I pick a picture and just write and see where it takes me.

I hope this post finds whoever it is supposed to. May you find some comfort and know, you are not alone.

 

Seasons of life, nature


“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” [Meditations Divine and Moral]” ~ Anne Bradstreet, The Works of Anne Bradstreet ~ The ebb and flow … Continue reading

The superhero was me


When I was little, I didn’t need superheroes stories to inspire me. None of them fit my superhero image. So, I created my own superheroes…and they were me.

Of course, I thought no one would catch on that I was the girl in the stories. I am sure I had my writing teacher fooled, very fooled. Just because the girl in my books sounded like me and looked like me, it could not have been me. I mean, I didn’t have a flying horse or telekinesis. And I certainly did not have those large awkward hands like in the book! Sure, my house was yellow, but it certainly was not the three-story estate I illustrated in my story, The Horse Star. Just look at these pages I created back in elementary school. You will see, there is no way this girl could have been me, been inspired by me or had anything close to do with me. (That’s my story and I am sticking too it.)

In The Horse Star, I, I mean ‘Gail’ sees a flying horse and starts to tell her parents, but then decides they may not believe her and could make her go “see nice doctors.” Blah ha ha. Clearly, I, I mean ‘Gail’ was worried about some perception, and afraid of doctors.

Regardless, ‘Gail’ finds and befriends a superpower horse. I mean what young girl wouldn’t?

In my next book, The Power, I write about another girl, ‘Jenny’, who has telekinesis. The fact that ‘Jenny’ was a blonde girl who only had a couple of friends, was concerned about being considered weird or had a mother who sounded strangely like mine are all ironic coincidences of course. The pages are filled with odd and stilted dialogue, spelling errors and poor grammar. (I was in elementary school though, so I hope my young eager self will not be judged to harshly.) But  the main story line is that ‘Jenny’ has a super power and hides it from everyone out of fear.

I wrote these stories back in 4th grade (and fortunately, my mother kept them for me). And looking back, I think, these are some pretty heavy topics for my young mind back then.

I remember taking the two books to a young author’s convention and meeting a real-life, published author. I wish I could remember their name but I remember sitting with them and felt like I was talking to an actual superhero. I remember they told me I had potential and to keep writing.

I did and I didn’t keep writing though. I wrote for school and then for work, but I never found time to really write for me. Life demands always got in the way. In the past few years though, I have started blogging and writing.I needed to see if that little author was still there.

As a matter of fact, in November of last year, I wrote about how this little writer who dreamt of ponies and superpowers was coming back to life. And just this week, I came across the actual books in a box, so I thought I would share the images with you as a follow up.

As I travel down this path of rediscovery, I see that this little girl had big dreams, but she was insecure and scared of pursuing them. She thought the world would not believe in her or accept her. So, she hid her talents (and flying pony, naturally). The only way she could believe in herself was to make herself more than she already was, which is what Michelle W. said in The Daily Post, Superhero. 

“When we’re able to associate with a hero, especially as children, it helps us to believe that we could also be this better, nobler, more powerful version of ourselves.”

Decades later, I know that ‘Jenny’ and ‘Gail’ were really me. (As I am sure my teacher and you followers already did too.) I just wish I could go back and tell that younger me: keep writing and don’t hide who you are. Do you. Be you. And don’t ever think you are not enough, because you were, are and will be.

I can’t travel back in time or change the past though. But that’s ok, because that little superhero girl comes to visit from time to time and she assures me: everything will be just fine.

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The Daily Post ~ Superhero