…This week, share an image inspired by dinnertime — whether you take a photo of food or simply shoot during the evening hours is up to you!
Photography by zaji, April 22, 2016 @ 11:45 am CST
Our little peach tree is coming along nicely. The peaches are growing rapidly and getting larger each day. I estimate that by the end of May they’ll be ready for eating. This is my idea of dinner. When they’ve matured, I’ll spend many days outside enjoying dinnertime by the peach tree.
This week, find inspiration in a piece of art. Then, imitate it.
Meditations captured on used and mottled papyrus. The soul lives in the stained paper, where hungry words become burning images that tell forgotten stories of lost time—there it will be, in the spaces between rips and tears, splitting mind and soul down the middle. Pictures don’t need a thousand words, only one. Tell her story in a blazing word filled with more meaning than definition and there you’ll find her, waiting for you on fire.
This week, share a photo of something vibrant. Vivid colors, a lively portrait, or perhaps a delightfully colorful landscape, if you’re in a warmer climate. Let’s wash the web with a rainbow of colors to keep the winter gloom at bay.
When I first saw this photo prompt, I was excited. Sadly, I looked around my room and saw that everything looked rather dull except for the many books that laced the room walls with various colored spines. I thought about photographing them, then I remembered my crystals and stones.
Crystals, rocks, stones, gems.
The planet is abundant with these life forms. Like many flowers, shrubs and trees, they come in thousands of vibrant colors and shades. Crystals, gems, et al, typically have more of a variety of colors than flowers. Isn’t that amazing?
This photo I share of my babies is a reminder of how vibrant our planet is. The wonder of color is not reserved for flowers alone.
There seems to be so little time to read these days. Time is merciless and haunts me each time I venture to steal a bit of leisure. It breathes heavily on my neck as the sands run toward a place I may never fathom. Nonetheless, I am here, now, in this moment, and making excuses won’t stop the sands.
Between our incessant thoughts and busy life, a moment can be found to do what we want to do or need to do. I am optimistic that I will finish reading one book this month. I am fueled by the notion that if I wish, I can make time disappear, if even for a moment, by tilting the hourglass and stopping the sands.
Far greater magic has been achieved than this. As humans, we exist. How magical is that? I believe in my witches’ wand. I will stop time and read.