I’ve always found something exciting about the things that dwell in the shadows beneath the trees. Civilization, its cars and buildings, its concrete and asphalt, fails to spark anything good in me. It’s in the shadows where the magic of my imagination is best set free. It’s where I see great beasts and strange people: troll and dragon, elf and angel. So, today, as I do everyday, I’ll take to the trees where the shadows web the day for in the shadows I find the day’s greatest light.
This week’s WordPress photo challenge is titled Perspective. Here’s my effort.
The first photo posted below was taken in late of October of 2013. The second photo was taken moments after the first. Fir the second photo, I simply altered the camera angle. Therefore, I was able to capture two different perspectives from the very same spot.
Think it works? Let me know.
If you’ve spent enough time reading this blog, you know that my mind is often walking the paths of other worlds. Writing helps me visit those worlds. For me, writing is ritualistic. It must be done.
Here’s a short piece that took me elsewhere last night.
What’s the wolf in your life? And, shall you slay it or it you?
The wolf alone can touch this cold,
this night, this dark – its only home.
I’ve heard its song, its hollow cry
that cracks a hero’s sword and bone.
With eyes that catch the moon’s bleak fire
and scrape the heart of man and beast,
the wolf shall bare its silver fang
and on our fears its soul shall feast.
Recently, with my camera, I was able to capture a pair of robins. They perched on a tree the stands long the Delaware River. I was very lucky to capture an image as one of the robins opened its wings to fly.
On Saturday, March 15, I’ll be speaking at the Frankford Township School District’s Young Author’s Conference in Branchville, New Jersey.
Frankford Township School
2 Pines Road, Branchville, NJ
March 15, 2014
From the conference’s website:
What is it? The Young Authors’ Conference is an opportunity for writers, kindergarten to adult, to share their writing with other students and friends. It is also an opportunity to participate in mini-sessions designed to expand writing skills. Participants will hear professional authors share their own creative process on the path to publication. Books will be available for purchase and autographing by the authors. A book fair will be an added bonus.
What is the purpose? The purpose of the conference is to motivate and stimulate children’s creative writing and to provide students with recognition for their own work.
Who may attend? All area students in grades K – 12, as well as adults are invited.
What to bring? Everyone should bring an original written work to share.
It was a bird, just a bird, thought the boy. And father said it was my duty.
Shren was 10-years-old. He was the son of Shrell, warrior of the Tellamark, a tribe that had established a home, a life in the highlands of Strongham.
Winter was beginning to break. Small patches of earth dotted the hills as March’s warm temperatures gnawed at the snow. Shren wore a deer hide shirt and pants and a wool blanket fastened about his neck like a cloak. It kept him warm enough, too warm at times, for today the sun was bright.
Usually, Shren and his father hunted in the morning, tracking deer, boar, bears; however, this morning, Shrell knelt before his son, look proudly into his eyes and deemed that today his son would hunt alone.
“I do not expect you the slay anything bigger than you are, Shren, but I need to know that you have the courage to kill. Therefore, dear boy, I wish that today you kill a bird, only a bird, a robin. Bring its red breast home today and tonight we shall celebrate.”
Shren’s father handed him a slingshot, a pouch heavy with small stones, and pushed him out of their small home, into the bright morning sun.
Today, thought Shren, as he stepped into the trees surrounding the village, today I’ll become a man.
To be continued…(Stop back soon.)
This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge asks for photos that illustrates Abandoned. Here are two photos of abandoned structures, an old shack and a barn.