I often see imaginary people on surfaces… do you see one here? Can you describe the appearance of the person here?
Does a face on a wall feel creepy?
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WPC – Creepy: I’m watching you
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The Earth Beneath
Cracks on the skin
Resisting a throat parched
Dense eyelashes
Streaming rivers of life
The internal inferno
And tremors of rage.
Does such great power
Lie beneath my feet?
‘Tis such privilege
Upon which I stand.
‘Tis such divinity
Due to which I live.
This post was inspired by this week’s photo challenge by the Daily Post
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In Pursuit of Inspiration
A speck of dust
A stitch on a rag
The artist’s note
The labourer’s hand
The rainbow above
A bug below
Dense air around
A journal unbound
Can it be seen?
Can it be heard?
Pray, tell me!
Where can it be found?
This evening, inspiration came to me through the electricity. Or rather, the lack of it! With no computer or wifi, I decided to pick up an unfinished drawing (and there are plenty of them!). I’m not sure when I started drawing it, and I’m not sure when I will complete it. I don’t even know what it is that I am creating! Hopefully I’ll be able to complete this soon and show it to you.
Meanwhile, I can’t seem to move away from seashells. Some of them made their way to my painting!
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Birds of a feather
I have been fortunate to have spent my life in a place where there is plenty of greenery, with exotic birds for neighbours.
When we were small, I remember walking around with my friend, picking up things from the ground. We pressed leaves and flowers and stuck them on the pages of an old notebook, along with little stones, feathers of birds and strange looking seeds. We would try to identify and write down the names of the things we collected and took turns taking care of it. It smelt a little, but we were very proud of it — it was our little treasure chest.
Yes, we were advised not to pick up things from the ground. But we picked them up nonetheless. A hobby that has never faded away. To this day, my cupboard overflows with boxes full of seashells, stones, seeds and feathers.
My friend would eventually give our scrapbook to a science teacher in our school. It upset me for a while, but then she probably knew it was better to let go, than to hold on. I tried to recreate the collection, but I ended up throwing it away — apart from the stench of rotting plants, it was the tiny insects which had turned the feathers to dust that made me discard it.
Since then, I have taken extra care of my feathers, keeping the soft delicate ones in an airy box. The larger ones occupy pride of place atop a bookshelf, alongside photographs of family and friends.
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War and Peace
Large brass cylinders holding flowers — they were always unique vases to me. It wasn’t until several years had gone by, that I discovered that they were bombshells.
I was talking to a friend of mine, when our discussion meandered towards the differences between our country and that of corruption-free nations. ‘Those people out there,’ she said, ‘they do not even know the meaning of the word bribe!’ And I recalled at that time that corruption, and every form that it takes, is quite literally a part of the curriculum of our education system.
Why are we taught these things? Nothing good would ever come out of it.
If I hadn’t accidentally found out, the brass casings would have always looked like vases, never like ammunition.
Inspired by this week’s Photo Challenge: Half and Half
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Coming Through!
Waiting to receive my order at a Domino’s Pizza outlet, I noticed this interesting caption on the door leading to the area where young boys and girls were busy fulfilling orders for delivering. Thirty minutes or not, full marks for creative labelling!
Doors to other worlds open up this week at the Daily Post
The typewriter and keyboards may keep our memories safe in a digital locker. But they will never be able to replace the smell of paper, the crisp look of bound books and the firm grip of a clasp — reassuring a sentimental fool like me, that her priceless emotions are locked safely.
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PS. I always fancied that some day I’d be famous and my journals and sketchbooks might become collectibles — maybe even included in an auction. I know it’s unlikely. But a girl can dream 🙂
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Off-Season
This week’s photo challenge is off-season. When I read the phrase, the first thing that came to my mind was the off-season sports people had. More specifically, I thought of the tennis off-season. So I gathered all memorabilia from matches I have had the pleasure of watching, to depict this.
Speaking of off-season, I seem to be in the middle of one – unintentionally! Hopefully it will be shortlived and I’ll see you soon.
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This freshly picked Marigold was kept atop a potpourri tray. I clicked a picture using my phone, and conveniently forgot about it! Rediscovered this image today in my Dropbox and edited it in an online editor called befunky.
A friend referred this web app to me many months ago, and I’m really loving it. For the functionality it offers, the ease of editing and the speed at which it loads within the browser, I think I might skip using PhotoShop! I especially love the feature where you can upload images directly from your cloud storage accounts like Dropbox and Google Drive. If you’re interested, the editor can be found here. Have fun being funky! (Haven’t tried this on my phone, though)
Here’s the edited photograph for this week’s Photo Challenge — Vivid.
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A city enveloped
The sky was overcast and a gentle wind greeted us as we stepped out to buy a mango shake.
‘It won’t rain, ma’am. These clouds do not bear water,’ the office boy said.
We were going to return within 10 minutes. But I took my umbrella, to be safe.
As we soon found out, it wasn’t the umbrella we needed, but goggles.
On our way back, the wind grew stronger, kicking up dust all around us. I covered my glass of mango shake with a lid the juice vendor gave.
We couldn’t see much around us. Partly because the air was saturated, but mostly because we could barely keep our own eyes open.
With the dust coming straight at us, we tried to shield ourselves with our palms and narrowed our eyes as much as we could.
Only a short distance to go, we walked as fast as we could with our eyes closed and turned into the street in front of the office building. The dust storm ended a little while later, with a light drizzle cleaning the air.
That evening, we headed home covered by a fine layer of dust from head to toe. The evening sky though, was a treat for our dust-laden sore eyes.
We later found out that the wind speed was around 80 kmph. Tree branches had fallen all over the city. A streetlight had fallen on a metro power line, crippling the public transport system.
More fascinating images here: Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Enveloped
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