These faces all crossed my camera lens within the past month. Lucky me. Click to enlarge.
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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/
A rich opposite of hyperbole, I think. Rather, a shrinking down to where the world is made.
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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“
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/
I just completed a mixed media assemblage titled “Chaos Theory,” but living up to its name, I forgot to photograph it before I took it to the gallery. In lieu of it, please click on the first photo to enlarge and read the story of all of these other examples of chaos!
If you’d like to read the poem that goes with the Donald Trump pinata, go HERE.
When I saw that “base” was the prompt word today, the first connotation that crossed my mind was how my mother used to use it when describing something evil, tawdry, low-down. Someone had a base intent, performed a base action or a photograph or story was base and tactless. As I remember it, she was not the only one to use the word in this manner, so I was surprised to find no mention of it in online dictionaries. There, a base was merely the lower part of something, the basis or foundation. And so the piece I wanted to write I found to be baseless in fact. Ironic, on this morning when I have an appointment and need to be elsewhere soon.
I’ve since been assured by Kate that she, too, knows that connotation of the word, but it brought to mind to me that everyone must have one phrase or saying or word used in their family that they later found was not known to the world in general. I’d love to hear any stories about your peculiar family words that you’d care to tell–either by pingback to your blog or just as comments below:
The prompt today was “base.”
The prompt this week was “One.” Hope it didn’t mean to post just one! These were the photos I could find that most gave me the feeling of solitude or “oneness.” You can click on the first one to enlarge them all.
https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2016/10/27/a-photo-a-week-challenge-one/
Talk about a generic name for a restaurant!
