Monthly Archives: November 2016

Cee’s Favorite: Flower of the Day, Nov 7, 2016

Happy Belated Birthday, Cee.  Here’s a little unpicked bouquet of your favorite flowers for you, snapped just yesterday, on your birthday, but delivered a day late.

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https://ceenphotography.com/2016/11/06/flower-of-the-day-november-7-2016-bearded-irises/

Bare Minimum: Sunday Trees, Nov 6,2016

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How sparse does a tree have to get before it ceases to be a tree and becomes a branch?

https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2016/11/06/sunday-trees-5th-year/

Orchid in Early Morning Sun: Flower of the Day, Nov. 6, 2016

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You must see this photo as well.  Stunning:
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/11/05/flower-of-the-day-november-6-2016-bearded-irises/

With Relish

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Sauerkraut and mustard, ketchup, onions, relish—
a hotdog was created merely to embellish.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/relish/

Guess What Animal? Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge, Week 44, 2016

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/11/04/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2016-week-44/

52 Weeks Photo Challenge, Week 12, Face

These faces all crossed my camera lens within the past month.  Lucky me. Click to enlarge.

 

https://thegirlthatdreamsawake.wordpress.com/2016/10/31/52-weeks-photo-challenge-week-12-face/

Itinerary

A rich opposite of hyperbole, I think. Rather, a shrinking down to where the world is made.

Big, Big World: WP Daily Prompt, Nov 5, 2016

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Big, Big World

Remember when your world was new
how in the world surrounding you
everything seemed bigger then?
It often seems that way again
when we see things nostalgically,
for memory boosts them mightily.
Our mother’s lap or father’s knee
becomes a world–a rolling sea
as we remember rocking there—
a child traveling in their care.

The rooms of childhood were immense,
and all the traumas more intense.
Curtailed play and spilled ice creams
were tragedies expressed by screams.
Time stretched out like a highway then,
however short time might have been
for parents, who saw us grow up quickly.
Time surrounded us more thickly.

The days of summer passed so slow
from sunrise up to candle glow.
Voices echoed in failing light
as we took that last long flight
down the road from England’s hill.
It seemed to last for hours until
we reached the bottom and pedaled home
under that vast dimming dome
that soon the starlight would fill in
until the slow sun rose again.

The night was darker and longer then,
as we contemplated sin
that our prayers brought to mind,
and that inevitably would wind
into our dreams to swell and swell
until they became a hell—
our terrors spreading in the night
until our moms turned on the light,
still maintaining they weren’t there at all
as they followed her back down the hall.

All things were large when we were small–
those tiny cuts, that minor fall.
A childish spat heartbreaking when
you could have been where they were then
but couldn’t because you’d had a fight.
and they were wrong and you were right!

And though  rage hadn’t lasted long,
they had to say that they were wrong!
And so you sobbed and fussed and pouted,
while outside, the others shouted
gleefully from swings and slide.
The pain more than you could abide.

When we were eight or six or three,
the whole world was hyperbole.
And now that we are fully grown,
living free and on our own,
hopefully we’ve learned to season
ire with pardon, dreams with reason.
And before it all blows up,
let us hope the world grows up!

The prompt today is “hyperbole

“One” Number Two

Oops. I overlooked a few of my “One” photos when I posted yesterday, so I’m posting another post on the same topic.

https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2016/10/27/a-photo-a-week-challenge-one/

Copa de Oro: Flower of the Day Challenge, Nov 5, 2016

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/11/04/flower-of-the-day-november-5-2016-bearded-irises/