The challenge: Take a picture of yourself or someone else as a shadow, a reflection, or a lesser part of a scene, making the background, or — as in the example above — the foreground, the center of attention.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/weekly-photo-challenge-in-the-background/
Beauty of mountains
Brings peace to mind and soul
I yearn to be there
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/photo-challenge-escape/
Spent a lovely day in Philadelphia today with a friend as I wait for the school year to be over and to head back to the Midwest with our younger daughter. The sun was shining and the plants were jumping into spring…finally. Come enjoy a few of the spring sights with me.
This week’s story is dedicated to Martin Richard and the other two who were killed in the Boston bombing, to all abducted children and to their families. Be sure to cherish the time you have with loved ones and do so every day. The saying, “Live each day as if it were your last”, is important. because we really never know.
As for the rest, Friday Fictioneers come from all over the world each week to write 100-words stories based on a photo prompt chosen by hostess and enabler, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find all the stories by clicking on the little blue creature at the end of my story. If you do, be prepared for anything! Fictioneers are adept at twists and turns,
murders and betrayals of all sorts, as well as the occasional nice, normal story. And if you choose to participate,
you will find all the information you need on Rochelle’s site:
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
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Thanks to fellow Fictioneer Kent for today’s beautiful picture.
For all the Fictioneers, I’m on the road (a LOT) over the next week, but I will get to your story at some point. Thanks for reading mine and for your patience.
copyright kent bonham
Getaway
Barcelona’s La Mercè promised both the perfect escape from my stalking ex (who’d suddenly mutated into a “caring” father) and a much-needed vacation. My son Daniel waited impatiently but excitedly for giants, Big Heads, Correfoc’s sparklers, dances and music.
We laughed, ate, and stayed up late. The last afternoon, I hurried to the hotel desk to leave the key, Daniel waiting in the doorway. When I returned, he was gone. I gazed wildly around the packed crowd, screaming his name. Whirling Big Heads and giants obscured my view as I searched for a Guàrdia Urbana, dream vacation dissolving into nightmare.
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I want to thank Debbie of “Travel with Intent” blog for inadvertently sparking the idea for this story. This week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge was “Culture”. Here’s the picture that started the whole thing and the link to her post, which is very interesting:
http://travelwithintent.com/2013/04/26/giants-bigheads-barcelona/.
And here’s a picture from her blog post:
Copyright Debbie of “travelwithintent” blog
This is where I change each year from someone with a daily routine and responsibilities
to a relaxed and renewed person who has time to think.
After we disembarked from our train Saturday afternoon in New York’s Penn Station, my sister-in-law and our daughter took off to participate in a Haitian dance class, not something for Bill and me. Instead, we started our afternoon walking through the Rubin Museum of Art, where Himalayan art is the focus. As my sister-in-law pointed out, the museum is a small jewel at 150 W. 17th Street. Take a few minutes and enjoy a few of the art objects that caught my eye and camera. If you live in the New York area, stop by soon for a visit. You won’t be disappointed. (more…)
There’s something magical about train rides, something that transports me back to the days of my childhood, when we used to take the San Francisco Zephyr from Omaha to California to visit my grandparents. The train station, a vast, cavernous structure, filled with echoes of the life surging inside. I don’t remember, but I imagine it was also beautiful in a way that so few buildings are these days, due to a lethal combination of cost, lack of care in building, and indifference to architectural beauty or, possibly, different ideas of what constitutes that beauty.
I’ve driven the Chicago-Cleveland (or Cleveland-Chicago) route many times in the last years but still, once I get in the van and on the road, I settle down and enjoy the ride. There’s always something new to see and plenty old favorites. Join me for a very compressed, selective six hours. (more…)
When I saw the sunset on the way back tonight, I had to find a place to pull (safely) off the highway and take a picture! I drove on, but as the sun set, the moon rose in a cosmic balancing act on the opposite side. Once again, I had to pull off, but the location wasn’t the best and the iPad couldn’t get a shot that did the moon justice. (more…)
