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Saving a Life
I don’t like to brag. I like telling stories, and I like entertaining my audience. Or making them think, or making them uncomfortable in ways that will galvanize them to positive social action. I wouldn’t say I’m the hero of the stories I tell about myself, because I don’t see myself as one. I’m a human trying to be the best human I can be, without getting burned by the not-humans out there that walk around on two feet. Makes them hard to tell apart from the real people, for sure.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Photography
¡Viva Mexico!
It was while on a weeklong visit to a Cancun resort in the district of Quintana Roo, my sister and I decided to take an excursion one hundred miles inland to Chichén Itzá. The trip to the Mayan city was not my sister’s first, but it was mine, so I was excited. The day of the planned excursion, we climbed into a van with six other tourists at sunrise around 6:30 that morning, each of us sleepy but eager for the sights to be seen. Within moments, we drove away, leaving behind the comfort of a plush, comfortable hotel and luxurious beach. I, for one, was unaware of what I would see in Chichén Itzá - or even on the trip along the way.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Photography
Proof of Life
I know it’s tiny and hard to see, but can you guess what this is? Though there are water droplets on the back side of this leaf, that biggest drop-looking thing is an empty, clear, egg case. The black spots are the eyes, and the yellow smudge behind it is the caterpillar body.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Photography
Goodbye to the Golden
First off, don't get me wrong - my youth is very far in my past (decades ago, with an "s" at the end of the word "decade" for emphasis). So, in a literal sense, I've left my childhood behind a long time ago. However, recent circumstances have caused me to revisit not only the "scene of the crime," but walk through the past, in a matter of speaking, and it felt like I was living through - and then leaving - my childhood once more.
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Photography
Owl Love You Forever
Last year, after my husband and I walked at a pond in our neighborhood, I suggested we go into the small brewery across the street. A lit Edison lightbulb string, attached to the black iron fence, was an invitation to passersby. "We support local businesses. Let's check it out. You can get a beer, and I'll take sips of it." Bars and breweries are not to his liking, but he reluctantly agreed.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Photography
Meat (in Love)
When I was a kid, I could see faces in the wallpaper. This was not, and is not, unique to me. In fact, I think that I have actually read my first sentence of this story in someone else's story. Does that make it plagiarism if it is my truth?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Photography
ARCTIC BLAST
It's January. It's Winter. It's that time of the year when it snows. Except, snow rarely descends and covers the Dallas, Ft Worth area. Yet, the area is known for its occasional Arctic blast ice storms. Arctic blasts with ice storms are dreaded. Snow is a hundred percent better than sleet and ice.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Photography
The Last Sunset. Honorable Mention in Through the Lens Challenge.
It's a little blurry and not the best composition. The sky it captured was not the most spectacular. But this snapshot has become one of my most favorite. When I look at it, I go back to an autumn evening a quarter of a century ago.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Photography
Resurgence
When the Covid pandemic evolved into high speed in March of 2020, I was taken somewhat by surprise. I was working full-time at an elementary school when, on the afternoon of Friday, March 13th following school, a meeting was called and we were told we should pack anything we needed to take home with us that day (plants, books, laptops, and personal items including food, etc.). The school's doors were being closed until further notice and though employees would be expected to work from home if needed and were essentially on call, they would remain home until further notice. It was speculated by many, at the time, such would end in mere weeks and we would then resume full operation. Regardless, employees not being in the building for a few weeks would give the maintenance staff time to clean and sanitize each building. Little did we know as we packed our things nothing could have been further from the truth for the worst had not begun.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Photography
