When I was a little-un, I used to study garden snails very closely as they glided slowly along the garden wall. I would try to see a facial expression on their faces, hoping that they would smile lazily at me when I picked them up. Me being me, I often created a whole personality and background for them in my head, which would then convince me that they were either smiling, frowning (at me), or even crying. It made them real to me.
I sometimes yearn for that time, when uncensored creativity was the order of the day.
I want to get re-acquainted with that part of myself. If I find more micro photography images, I will post them here.
If you recommend a micro photography blog that I should look at, please let me know below!
P.S- This little guy is called Oscar. He is running away from home, because his mum tidied his room without asking, which made him mad. He’s a little Emo sullen, which is why he is hanging his head down as he slides.
My eyes have been opened! Thanks to the great Natasha Lester, I have discovered a whole world of literary devices that I never knew existed. OK, some I knew of. But others…I just had no idea. None.
And this got me thinking….
I have never studied creative writing, where I probably would have come across things like literary devices. Therefore my work thus far has lacked the depth that studying creative writing could have given it. So being the eager sponge that I am, I want to educate myself.
Should I do a degree? Can I king-hit a certificate? How about starting on a statement of attainment?
What do you all think I should do? Should I learn as I go? Should I study a certain course?
Comment below, and tell me how you got to be so good.
P.S- Did you see what I did there?
I am so saddened, to hear of Chris’s untimely passing. As I type this, there are murmurings of this being a suicide, which makes me even sadder. I confess, I don’t know much about his personal life, so I am quite shocked to hear the news.
How did he feature in my life? My first boyfriend introduced me to him through Soundgarden. So my first romance and Chris’s soulful voice are linked in my memory forever.
David, wherever you are – thank you for introducing me to this man’s grungy pipes.
I hope Chris’s spirit is now at peace, and he knows how many people he touched with his talent, and gorgeous voice. It goes without saying that he will be missed terribly.
via The beauty of small things: a voyage into a garden’s microcosm — Discover
I love macro photography. You can play with the size, or rather the imagined size of objects. For example, I like to think that this is a giant flower, or that I am a miniature person that can stand on it and stick my hands into one of the bubbles.
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I will be looking out for this book, as it sounds like it has similar themes to the story I am currently researching. I am fascinated by the theme of criminal guilt versus the kind of morality that transcends our justice system. Which justice system is more “just”?
The following story about a newborn girl who was abducted by a woman from the hospital, has captured my imagination somewhat.
How must it have felt for the kidnapper, bringing up a child that you know deep down belongs with its family?
How must it have felt, having your baby taken from you, in a supposed safe place like a hospital?
And how must it have felt to be told that your mother is not your biological mother, but a criminal who took you away from your family?
I think all parties in this story deserve our compassion and sympathy. And I sincerely hope that all three women find peace.
Here is the story…http://nypost.com/2017/01/13/infant-kidnapped-from-hospital-found-safe-18-years-later/
So, I had a life-changing day yesterday. One of those times when you know that you will see the world through different eyes forever after.
I have always wanted to create books, ever since I can remember. Now, just shy of 42 I finally have the courage to try it. To do it. Yesterday I met a wonderful author, Natasha Lester at a book signing of hers. She gave a talk about her journey into writing, and talked about getting an email 19 pages long, from her editor. It detailed lots of editing questions about a draft copy of her story, which she had gone through with a fine toothed comb. Natasha describes the shock she felt at realizing that the draft she though was quite good was actually not as polished as it could have been.
She is now happy to get that kind of response from her editor, because if her story had not been good to begin with, she wouldn’t have bothered editing it.
What an eye opener. Just because you write a story you are happy with, doesn’t mean it is finished. I also “got” the idea that you don’t write a book on your own. Moreover, the wonderful books I love to read weren’t crafted just by the author. Which means… my books won’t be just created by me. Phew! What a relief! The weight of expectation was lifted, which has left me with room within myself to believe I can do it. I may not set the world on fire, but that is OK. I just want to set one person’s heart on fire. That’s all. That would be everything.