To make improvements in my photography I am participating in a free ten-day course from WordPress which is helping to get me a touch better at snapping pictures. I am a day late today but I want to go back to yesterday’s instructions which were to think of water and try two orientations with your photo, horizontal and vertical.
The vertical photo is better than the horizontal photo because it is like a piece of experimental photography. The little touch of color which are blurred Christmas lights give the photo the best element of visual appeal it possesses. The horizontal photo is blurry, which is normal across the board for cameras–sometimes a blurry photo is effective if you think of a blur being a selling point for what you might coin art photography (art).
In this case, mine is more butt art–more effective when I reached beyond my stride than when I tried something that would work for me. I’ll show you both photos.
Tofinish the year 2017, I am doing the free 10-day Developing Your Eye course from WordPress designed to start bloggers getting better at their photography and providing a bit of a networking opportunity. Today I took a “wide-angle” photo of the spot where visiting my neighborhood you might start if you were bringing yourself here from the downtown terminal or from the Fairview, wherever you were.
Yesterday’s post beginning the photo course went well and we’ll see if any other decent photos come from my camera during the exercises. Thanks for visiting my blog.
To celebrate the end of 2017, I am participating in the ten-day Developing Your Eye course available for free from WordPress. My aim is to improve my photography and to enjoy similar photos shot by others interested in photography on WordPress. I shoot with a point-and-click for ease (I count myself a beginner).
This is the bridge that traverses the creek across which I ride home when I am done my work at Maple Lawn Cemetery.
I wrote the first version of this post within the last year. As part of a semi-weekly exercise in curating the blog posts I’ve written which I continue to think could have some potential (!), I have returned to this post with an interest in making it more accurate.
This month in the United States the FCC will vote whether to repeal the legislation protecting net neutrality, and the Internet will likely become controlled in that nation by ISPs including Verizon, Comcast, and AT&T. This means that some websites will function better (swifter) than others. That isn’t good for the free speech of the Internet.
What I wrote on St. Patrick’s Day of 2016 that remains true is this: Some are in the dark about what could result from the lack of Internet controls generally enjoyed in the present.I went on to say:What seems free may have strings attached.
The literal price tag of any given service often includes only the bare essentials as they are understood. To thrive, a few dollars here and there (on apps, plug-ins, hardware, etc.) may be required, and the economic definition of scarcity surely applies here. For the desired recognition, I venture to guess that once more as in other similar situations money talks.
This sounds like I am in favor of the repeal the FCC is likely doing, but I was actually only being facetious. However, this does resemble in some fashion the reality what is going to happen in many Internet markets (most notably in the US). To be competitive, without legislation to protect the free Internet, there are going to be requirements to “pay” (i.e., to spend for services) where presently it is a level playing field.
I mistakenly believed it was a right to privacy that would be contested, and while there has been such a battle, which is ongoing, but a clearer picture of how it is the Internet remains usable is not unlike what I wrote on that St. Patrick’s Day: If you are sub–par, you will be told as much as an army of folk waiting to raise their spears are as much the wolves at the door as Mom and Dad were in the old days. You need to excel or, plain and simple, you will be failing hard and failing fast.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, but it is crucial that you learn from your mistakes as they happen to you. Own them and learn, and put them to rest with a dash more of hope for having conquered something, at least. I always think that trying and failing is better than not to have tried an effort at all.
You need to bring to bear content, which is the substance of media as it’s understood on the Internet with an eye to generating traffic for your particular je ne sais quoi. You need to be real and you need to think smart, and the end result has to be a brand that is somehow recognizable on the Internet if you want to earn turf in cyberspace.
I have put it in fancy language because I think it is a fancy thing, I wrote. The need to argue for net neutrality is serious. More than a few think the devil be damned and enjoy the occasional spotlight as it illuminates the crowd, I said.
You should accept that the decision to repeal the FCC legislation protecting net neutrality is a problem for those who count on their voices behind heard on the Internet and that the future will begin to be controlled by corporations, not individuals. That is often the prize for the amateur designer, the potential and the possibility.
The films the chronographer points to include Nosferatu the Vampyre, Aguirre the Wrath of God, and Fitzcarraldo, three films which I viewed quietly when I was in college when such things were far less frequently available. One of my college essays included observations about Herzog, and, perplexingly enough, my teacher mentioned to me the last we spoke that the young gentleman was planning to write a book about Herzog, to establish himself as a writer (and as a “serious” academic). The interview in the literary journal here recounts Herzog’s observation on adventure: “I cannot stand the term adventure nowadays–I lower my head and charge–it has degenerated into such an obscenity that you can go to the travel agency and book an adventure trip to New Guinea, to the headhunters, to the cannibals.”
I was reminded of my June 24 post- https://findingenvirons1.wordpress.com/2017/06/24/what-might-have-been-adventure-can-show-the-rust/ which was titled with the unfortunate word Adventure. I have thought how I can correct the mistaken impression, but to the post’s credit, it did receive the favor of a blogger with a much larger profile than I have got myself. beautybeyondbones you should read, and you can find what she was characteristically saying on her own blog this summer (it is hard hitting):
Yesterday my nephew to move to his new college town, and while we’re not close I am interested to see how he will do (he anticipates he will become a teacher). He has his own dorm room now and his studies will shortly begin, once he has acclimatized to being in his new life situation.
I think how hard it is to be by and large confined to the area which is local. Personally, I am not easily discouraged, but I think compared to beautybeyondbones, who has gone through tremendous suffering and come back strong, it is a daunting outcome to contemplate being powerful enough to effect insight. I sometimes tweet links to articles that argue for the relative merits of blogging, and I feel the odd person who could click through what trending posts I share on Twitter may occasionally see something that works for him (or her).
There is a plenitude of blogging advice available on the Internet, but the best advice I know of is this tidbit. You should not tell people what to post.
Any passion, any ingredient for inventiveness or what is usually referred to as authenticity, should not be filtered out of an individual’s content for the sake of conveying expertise. It is not a good idea.
I shall include another photo, which I think implies transience, simply which inspired the blog post which beautybeyondbones saw, impressing me greatly. If you are of a mind that this is favorable to you, feel free to “like,” “comment,” and/or “follow.” I seldom know what this will turn up, but I was moved by the Werner Herzog interview.
Sacrifice is inevitable, and, really, a loss is the essence of tragedy. That’s why tears are shed, whether the sacrifice is deliberate or not, and, in the end, what was most dear to us is gone and never again had. Whatever we lose, no matter how hard we fought to earn it or how profusely we sweated to realize what we hold close, the day comes when it goes and you may not even have a chance to say goodbye.
What do we hold precious? Whatever seems to us to be the best, what we cherish if we are among the lucky, people, animals, places, property… it all goes.
It can be gone in the wink of an eye. What’s more, it will most likely be that we will never have known it at all, except in our memory.
Fate unfolds for one and all, I suspect. We have opportunities to wield our hand and to stake claim to everything we feel we want, but if misfortune strikes, all of it can be taken away, and even if we do everything in our power to keep safe what we love, I think you must know that it will go, that nothing is forever. You don’t have but once, I feel, and it doesn’t matter what else is taught you.
I want to tell you this with the best intentions. You have but what amounts to today, and you have to strike, to hold, and to keep fast, and to love because you can never count on what’s ahead. It doesn’t matter what controls you set for the future.
You will see this time go, and it will never return. The most I can do, I feel, is to let you know.
Today’s WordPress prompt is the word “gone.” If you sympathize, if you “like” this blog post, use the “like” button or “follow” or subscribe. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but if you’re the same as me, you’re already here.
Never heard him but the once. Seldom there
His gravelly low voice uttering words that were rarely subtle
The number of times I could relate was rare
When I set to thinking on his claims it always seemed the hurtle
Tonight by the fire did I bring up his pictures
I sat them down alongside my chair and began to then remember
Distinguished he was, with oddly vexing features
Whatever he said, I admit, left me something I could infer
I never wanted much to do with the man with the message
I was there a bit and was gone, and took with me my book
It was what no matter where I went I put in the baggage
Maybe in younger years his sermons might have me shook
I didn’t like the man too much and I will soon put these away
If you know the man, don’t tell him. Tomorrow’s another day
This week’s WordPress photo challenge is to illustrate a landscape. Each week the WordPress blogging website suggests a photo challenge event with a specific theme for the week’s photograph. I like to play with blogging and a little with photography so I took a look around and made one. I wasn’t sure that would be enough to interest you so I wrote a poem as well, hoping to add a little mystique to the decision to blog on such a classic idea like the landscape in art. I never know if anyone will notice my post, but the odd time someone sees it, and I hope it brings a moment of pleasure for the sake of the time spent looking within it. You’re welcome to click “like” and/or “follow” (or to write a comment).
The WordPress photo challenge this week asked us about how a photo could reflect your state of mind. This is to say, your state of mind is the same as an object evokes. With this in mind, I took a photo. The WordPress challenge is open to all.
The changes occurring in a puddle of water on a windy day are a little like my state of mind. When I see it, I feel happiness, and I know it is only temporary, that the wind will quiet and the puddle will evaporate or be drained.
I feel reality is a little like the puddle. When it is dominating, it ripples and it changes. Although reality as its most apparent is a static, understandable thing, the puddle in the wind doesn’t immediately race away from you, nor does it sit idle. It shifts and moves, but stays in one spot, visible to the eye. This is how I feel reality appears, and when I see a puddle in the wind, I feel gifted with a little more happiness, and reality is similarly favourable.
Many times a puddle in the wind is rare here; it takes a substantial rainfall and mysterious conditions from the heavens. When I saw this, I thought that I could make it into a photo because of the effect it was having on me, and perhaps it will have an effect on you. You may even enter into a similar state of mind as me.
If your state of mind is moved by my photo, perhaps you will “like” or “follow” my blog. Thank you for viewing my photo. Thank you to WordPress for suggesting such a nice photo prompt for the WordPress weekly photo challenge.
In 1982, TV situation comedy The Facts of Life saw Mrs. Garrette and her pupils in Paris. Going professional, in this “TV movie” Mrs. Garrette readied herself learn cooking, and to return to America a full-fledged expert in the kitchen. A strict headmistress an hour away from the city was slated to teach the girls, including lessons in the subjects of poetry and physical education. Comedy cues such as audience laughter are omitted so, while the atmosphere is jaunty, part one of the episode is charmingly grounded. Frankly, while searching for this entry in nineteen-eighties’ lady-driven TV comedy, the delight you’ll have may be offset by its brevity and relative non-consequence. Even though it’s fun, you will probably be fine if it’s left history.
Roulette is a game of chance in which a dealer spins a wheel, black and red stripes designating a range of numbers. The dealer tosses a ball on the wheel meeting the landing marks with the idea of a sudden decision. If you have placed a bet where the ball will stop on the wheel, and triumphantly the ball lands where you have predicted, you collect winnings on your bet. Likewise, love is a gamble.
Should we, however, treat life like the roulette wheel? Love falls in the face of adversity with an end to deciding change. Roulette is a game of chance, but rather than choosing to gamble with the cosmos we can structure what we are able to achieve as we would have it, rather than the hands of fate handling important decisions for us. Our own hands guide our destinies. I assert here that keeping education a priority is important. The reason is that lovers meet while teachers educate them, in throngs of increasing interactions between the initiate and the instructor. It may be the thing which saves us from ourselves. Unlike a life steep with problems, what divides lovers from animals is our capacity to educate our own.
I am not particularly technologically proficient.
Limitations have hard-pressed me to master the complexities of love. I don’t understand the combination of drive and romance. But it doesn’t matter–simple maintenance and locomotion may be all it takes, because with better-educated coming generations of people, the likelihood increases that everything will work in our favor. That’s a desirable future outcome, and it’s love. It’s keeping education human.
My high school “communications” were a weak suit.
My only programming job ended in me being fired. It lasted three months, and I did an honestly poor job. Was I a fool? Yes. Younger yet, in high school, I wasn’t my best at my classes in “communications.”. I am lucky that I got through them, I suppose. I like the employment of computers very much. That goes with keeping education a priority. William Shakespeare, who led us through the modern era, instructs us to say:
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
It perplexes the individual that technology is coming to a head with each new generation.
I don’t think we have any other choice than for us to make technology and technology communications our priorities. It isn’t right for technology to leave us behind. Fortunately, I tend to believe that many can access the components of technology, especially if you have the drive to love and to learn. You can do it. Starting now is a great strategy. Ask questions, get answers and bend technology to your will. That’s how the empire will be built, not by brick but by circuitry. I think it’s about keeping education a priority.
Love is the bond across cultures. Thank you for your time and good luck.
While participating in the WordPress poetry challenges, I thought to write a sonnet.
This is an exercise for a narrative poem, a sonnet, which while often a child’s exercise does herald fare with the sophistication of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven, also available on the webpage I am suggesting: http://www.creative-writing-now.com/poem-types.html
I provided a photo to add a degree of originality to my effort writing the sonnet, and today, thinking about the WordPress photo challenge this week, I recreated that same photo.