This week Jen challenged us to photograph the appearance of twisted.
I was strolling through the city here when I noticed a vintage car parked in front of a coffee shop.
The odd time there is a vintage car show that comes to town–I imagined the addition of the car to the café might be showcasing such a car show.
By the time I returned to my own neighborhood, I noticed there were several vintage cars at the same coffee franchise location as I’d passed a few minutes earlier.
I don’t know for certain, but it is easy to conclude that the diners were cooperating to bring in additional business.
I had already read Jen’s essay on twisted and I thought the sight of the car at the coffee shop at the mall would illustrate it nicely, its engine apparent with its pistons clear to the eye.
Jen writes in her challenge that photographers are welcome to interpret “twisty” literally, or to take the next step and to devise an abstract representation of twisty in life.
I would say that not only is the car in my photo beautiful, and for that I can’t really take credit, but it also illustrates the “twisty” paths that drivers take, the vintage automobile looking inward at the coffeé shop and the mall, the driver in the contemporary vehicle driving away from the action behind him.
First and foremost, I took the shot feeling that the antique car represented twisted nicely, a symbol of the power of the combustion engine and of the status that owning a great car represents.
It was momentarily quiet when I passed by and I thought to get the photograph together and to move on.
I think the sight of the vintage car was enough to hold the coffee shop parking lot in relative peace–that’s how a symbol is.
Today’s WordPress prompt is the word guilty and it is enticing because so many concepts of “guilty” can be elaborated upon and it is a theme that affects everybody who is human. I mean guilty in the sense of bearing an emotional hardship. That is, the state of mind that can afflict one after a wrongdoing.
When my maternal grandmother was alive, in her golden years, her daily ritual was to rise at seven in the morning and to read the local paper. If she hadn’t been able to sleep enough, she rose at that hour regardless, not one to shirk from duty.
She said my late grandfather often told her she had a “guilty conscience,” that was keeping her from a good night’s sleep, but, she said to me candidly, there was nothing she’d done to be feeling guilty. It was a joke between them.
You might think of guilty thoughts for not showing enough kindness to your mother, for example, or for acting in a manner disconnected from your values or moral code, if you have such a thing.
My favorite ideology of the “guilty” is the enforcer’s code of pursuing the guilty, as in the police procedural shows on television and which find people who cross the line of good conduct into being “guilty” of wrongdoing meeting unforeseen fates, typically in handcuffs.
It is curious to look at “guilty” in that sense of having done wrong defiantly, for gain, as it was for my grandmother to watch evening television of that kind, the actors playing enforcers and criminals together, unfolding typically in the course of one evening of entertainment. It will always be a choice pastime, I believe.
Today’s WordPress daily prompt is a gift, I think; there are simply so many ways to explore the weight of being guilty that I should think there will likewise be a wealth of posts highlighting the idea.
Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the word awkward. Here are a few words to the effect that being caught awkward is a compelling reason to rush a catch-up.
What catches me most off guard, most frequently, is the “brain fog” I get from being overwhelmed with too many new facts and figures. It is always a hard measure to make that new information could require a say so, or if it is better to sit back and let the storm take it course.
That’s the essence of demonstrating research skills–judgments about the usefulness of info that is easy to slip up on when nothing but smooth sailing was expected. It can resemble trial by fire.
The most significant decision is whether the new info is only a time waster, or if it does benefit you to react. Coming up with an appropriate reaction is the hardest decision to make in the whole process. It’s awkward because sometimes there is a sense of damage having been done.
When new facts are discomfiting, while I surely believe that a lot of people get angry in the face of trouble, I don’t find matters to be very easily resolved by simply getting mad and responding with contempt. It is necessary to see a positive in every negative scenario.
I belong to a not-for-profit operated by family and in the course the work I do occasionally experience unexpected problems which demand physical, real-world responses. The trouble of the “data science” variety feels a bit slimy in that you don’t know if the impact of what’s become apparent is going to have a measurable impact on your efforts. I am trying to candidly address the problem of being found awkward in the professional sense and to give a few thoughts on handling it.
Those are the most stressful times I encounter. Prompt is the word awkward.
Today isInternational Museum Day. With respect, the most thought-provoking blog post I have had the positive experience of enjoying was recently published by beautybeyondbones about Catholicism and art. I suggest you go to it as well–
Returning for the weekly photo challenge, I returned to a picturesque spot in my city and took a point-and-shoot picture to illustrate what’s fluid. I am trying to advance my ability as a photographer while remaining in the same headspace as other WordPress bloggers interested in daily prompts and weekly photo challenges.
There are many bloggers active at their craft, and I likewise enjoying spotting some of those that are timely available.
Some of my background in the not-so-distant past include taking advantage of free courses from WordPress, both on studying a bit how to write poetry and how to proceed as a photographer. Writing is a major endeavor to tackle and it is very competitive, requiring an intense amount of activity at making it happen and making it successful. I usually admire people who have made a name doing it.
I feel brief blog posts for the purpose of hobby writing with other WordPress bloggers, both “large” and “small” how their subscribers are, is a sufficient task to practice at this time, in my life, for me personally. There is a touch of nostalgia attached to a hobby of this kind.
My blog is also nominally tied to a small not-for-profit for which I provide junior-level operations.
I believe Ben Huberman, who wrote this week’s photo challenge article, also lends his editorial talents to WordPress.com. Ben has written this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, and the topic is accessible and interesting: his essay is Liquid
Not everything is working out at the moment–however, a hobby like blogging photographs in the spirit of the weekly photo challenges from WordPress is a welcome diversion. After a couple of false starts, the iced coffee I was drinking started to work its magic and I began thinking what I could photograph to represent myself online, on either Facebook or WordPress.
Something funny occurred: I was seated at a favorite bus stop of mine when traffic was stopped, mostly in the direction I needed to walk, to get home.
An older lady, the age possibly of a younger grandma, called out to the traffic ahead of her: “Hey! I’m taking a picture!” She raised her camera and I suppose she took the shot.
I was immediately inspired. Whether she was remotely aware of me seated at the bus stop as if I were headed in the opposite direction, I don’t know, but I thought that if she wants a picture here, then so should I. I was already thinking of taking a photo there as I enjoy that spot in town and in addition it gives an inkling of where I live.
Next time I am working up the courage to take a photo among strangers, perhaps I should try the same tactic. I don’t know if I have it in me, but it certainly would be nice to have that kind of gumption.
The car bumper I caught in the photo as the line of traffic moved on isn’t her vehicle, but one moving in the same direction behind her. Kind of an oversight, but it adds a wee bit of flavor to the other details I captured with the lucky shot.
Erica’s essay on doing a location reveal Wednesday is an article in the ongoing weekly photo challenges that are a dear hobby to many WordPress bloggers.
November 8, 2017, I published a post the day after Twitter began to permit tweets of a length of two hundred and forty characters, rather than the traditional hundred and forty. It was one of those days that felt to me a touch helpless, or certainly awkward, and I’m not sure I responded adequately at the time considering many people on Twitter were clearly unhappy with the decision.
That was six months ago. The social media conundrum has certainly multiplied since then.
In November I was thinking about WordPress’ Ben Huberman, who contributes essays to the WordPress photo challenges, and who wrote that bloggers should focus that week on the idea of Temporary, how it is things can be seen in the image that will no longer be there, as with autumn leaves in October.
Letting it out of the bag was a busy time. I looked back at a photo I took Wednesday, October 15, 2014, when I was purer as a blogger, meaning not seen by as many (compared to me there are a lot of good ones).
It’s the trees shielding the cemetery and you can see the lane running behind Louth United Church. Ben seems to be an understated champion of photography and also of blogging, with WordPress.
Where before I would have argued, if necessary, that the video capture look of the sky overhead reflected the idea of temporary all the more because everything that was in the sky had passed on, not content to be passively captured.
Now I think that desaturation in the photograph better suggests that the sight of the church is indeed temporary, where it had a congregation at one time but no longer does. The sky overhead no longer looks so artificial and there is a hint that with time, as the church has grown very old, so too has the color of the photo faded and dispersed.
I am a junior member of a not-for-profit that permits me some freedoms to explore possibilities with a blog, which you can see here for yourself. We care for Maple Lawn Cemetery and we’re active on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/LouthUnited
Eventually, following Twitter’s decision in November to begin its fateful change, I decided to do the free ten-day WordPress Developing Your Eye I email course, which for me meant ringing in the New Year with it, the end of December and the beginning of January.
When Twitter began to include tweets with a character length of two hundred and eighty rather than plain a hundred and forty, I was dismayed the same as the others who disagreed strongly with the corner it turned.At the moment, I didn’t know what that would say about the future… or the past, either.
Twitter continues to prosper and while I have adjusted my strategy, I remain interested in the modicum of relevance it possesses. You’re welcome to “like,” “follow,” and/or comment.