The Daily Post Photo Challenge….Between.
The Daily Post Photo Challenge….Between.
From the four walls that currently surround you to the infinite potential of space, this week we’d like you to show us your take on room, rooms, or a room.
Here is my take, nothing better than Mother Nature’s room. These were taken in Alberta, Canada. They are pictures of the Canadian side of the Rocky Mountains.
The Daily Post: WRITING CHALLENGE A Lost Art
For this week, we want to hear your thoughts on the hand-made, the tangible, about all those things we experience when disconnected. Are we losing them, or learning to savor them more?
This writing challenge got me to thinking of the future and what it might be like. What if we were so far into the future we no longer had need of paper, trees were sacred, the government was out of control (not that they aren’t now but it could get so much worse). What if letter writing was a thing of myths? That is how far into the future, I wanted to go with this. So here is my take on that. It’s in the form of the lost art of letter writing. A woman writing in this lost art that she heard of from an elder that only read about it once in a long forgotten ancient tome, in a world that has revolted against the monitoring of all communication and oppression of the government. Yeah, it created a spark of creativity and this is what came from that spark.
I hope this writing finds you. I know it’s a very old-fashioned way of communicating. In fact, I always thought it was a myth. But we happened to find an elder who vaguely remembers their elder talking about this way of communicating with people. So I’m giving it a try in the hopes it will find its way to you.
We need to find a way of communicating all over again. After the devastation of our world from wars and natural disasters. The people don’t trust the government anymore as they continuously monitor all our other ways of communication. They arrest people on whims of ass kissers and people who have the money in the world. So most of the people have left the monitored cities and are now trying to survive in the wastelands that are outside the city bubbles. Some of the brave men, women and children have all ready either lost their lives through accidents or been picked up by the government drones as spies and been killed.
We can no longer trust the ways that we have known, so we need to find new ways. Or go so far back we use arcane ideas of our distant past. This is one of them. It’s called ‘letter writing’. Yes, I know, it’s not letter writing really, it’s more word writing. I’m just telling you what the elder called it. She called it ‘letter writing’ and said the people of the past used pens or pencils (still not sure I understand what those are) and something called paper. The paper came from trees! Can you imagine that Mike? Now the trees are so protected one doesn’t want to kill it, just to turn it into something else. The idea is ludicrous!
We, of course, don’t have paper, so I am writing this on cloth. I’m using a white shirt I found and a piece of stone that the elder said would work. It does too, it’s amazing! It is very laborious writing this way, as we were so used to just talking into our wrist units to talk to anyone, anywhere. No one really wrote to people. But we have to do something that won’t be tracked by the government of the world.
We are asking volunteers to carry these letters to different places to pass them on to the next person till it reaches its destination. We’ve been making plans for this for months. We discussed with a few elders that remember reading about ‘post offices’ way in the distant past. These post offices had people who delivered these letters to the people they were meant for. Of course, having post offices is unthinkable, but the eldest Elder remembered reading a book once long ago about what they called “pony Express”. They actually used horses for this! Can you wrap your brain around that, Mike? Animals! The only horses any of us have seen have been in controlled zoos. We could never get our hands on one of them. So we will use what we have plenty of resources of, people.
It will take months if not years to deliver this letter. And then it’s only if the person carrying it does not die from some horrible accident or get caught by the government drones. We can only hope for the best.
So Mike, I am hoping this letter thing does reach you at some point. So you will know that your life partner is well and alive and where I’m at. I will wait for your reply or for your coming to me in person which would be the best scenario. When we revolted and made a run for it, I couldn’t get in touch with you when you were half way across the world. It had to happen that quickly. But I knew where you were and that you were making a run for it at the same time. It’s just I’m here and you are there, but we are free Mike, free! The government will not find us, we are certain. I can only hope that you are just as safe and will make your way to me, if you haven’t all ready.
Let’s just hope this thing called letter writing actually works. The elder has assured me that she has read the it did indeed work, even though it was so terribly slow in it’s getting anywhere. So I am sending it your way. If you start this way and I start your way, maybe in a year or two we will finally be reunited. I am hoping the powers that be help us in this. Stay safe and I will try to do the same.
Till we are reunited. I bid you farewell.
Daily Prompt; Snapshot Stories
Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there. Tell us the story of that photo.
I have no real photo albums anymore. I used to but they are all gone now. Long story there for another time. As for virtual photo albums, I have a lot of photos, but they all are about Sam, my dog, or Notwen and Pouncer, my cats. I only have one photo of me and that’s what I use for my Gravatar photo. It was taken about five years ago by yours truly. Yes, my own kind of selfie. I had a new digital camera, one of those small ones, and so I was playing with it when I took my selfie. No duck face, thank goodness. I never understood that craze!
That’s pretty much the story behind this photo. One day I might take another one just to compare how I’ve aged LOL…or then again maybe not.
I don’t enjoy having my photo taken so there aren’t many around, anywhere. I’m usually behind the camera not in front. I’ve always been this way, camera-shy. So I suppose once I die, I’ll only be a fading memory somewhere. That’s ok. I can live and die with that.
In this week’s photo challenge, capture an image that tells a full story in a single frame.
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The other day I had visitors. A couple and their 3-year-old daughter Jazzy (Jasmine). She’s into asking “what’s that?”, about everything! As younger children are she’s very curious and full of energy. My dog Sam loves her as she is always eating something and is more than willing to share! LOL
But after they left, I sat and thought about her innocence and her curiosity. I thought how I envied her those things and wish sometimes I was that innocent for just a little while. Then I thought about getting older and what I appreciate about that process. The things I’ve learned, seen, felt, done.
It made me feel better actually. I’m aging and that’s ok. I’m probably older than most of my readers think I am. That too is ok. I’ve done a lot in my life. I’ve HAD a life. (Not that I‘m done with living yet! Far from it.) Now it’s Jazzy’s turn and I wish her a life full of adventure, love and learning.
Today’s Daily Post weekly writing challenge is called ‘List Lesson’. This week, girl in the hat writer Anna Fonté challenges you to write a list that transcends its orderly or numbered format.
So my ‘list’ is going to be all the things I appreciate now that I am old(er).
The beauty of nature in all its forms
The fluffy white clouds in azure blue skies
Gentle rain on the roof, or thunderstorms
Flowers swaying in a breeze, diamonds in the snow
Quiet times, lazy days, a book in my hands
Music to set my foot tapping, daydreaming
Messages from friends, far away or near
Slowing down enough to appreciate just being
That first cup of coffee, a cold drink of water
A long hot shower, no place to hurry to
Memories of childhood, letting go of anger
Wisdom well-earned, not having to eat peas
Silver in my hair, yes, I even appreciate that
Learning to say no, being out of debt
My father’s wisdom bless his soul, saying thank you
Having time to write or to watch a sunset
Accepting myself as I am, it’s ok to be me
Knowing my mistakes past is just that, in the past
Not caring if my house is a bit dusty
Making decisions on my own
Living this long, there were days when I didn’t think I would
Love, companionship, trust, kisses, holding hands
Poems well written, stories well told
People I’ve come to know in other lands
I appreciate being old(er), when you are young you take
living till you are old for granted, when you reach this age
you no longer take it for granted, you just appreciate having
another day, week, month, year to keep getting older yet.
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“Twist” is filthy with meaning: it’s the unexpected, it’s surprising, it’s even an amazing ice cream choice. What does “twist” mean to you?
This week, share a photo of something that says “twist” to you. It might be that perfect ice cream cone, a yummy bit of licorice, or something unexpected that surprised, shocked, or startled you.
This week’s Photo Challenge is to find the twist in things. Here is mine.
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“Art” isn’t just paintings and sculptures, it can be anything in which we find beauty and meaning — even food. Show us a thing, place, or person that’s a work of art to you.
This is this weeks WordPress photo challenge. Hope you enjoy my ‘works of art’.
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