I’ve been running in circles for an entry for the Single Frame Stories prompt “getaway.” It’s made all the more challenging for me because I don’t have building skills, set design setup skills, or photoshop skills (beyond applying filters). The original ideas I had didn’t translate — at least I couldn’t make them translate. I was trying to capture something along the lines of not being able to outrun ourselves. It seemed much more compelling in my head than I could produce in the image. But incredibly wonderful and v v good friend Dale shared his interpretation of this image that really is quite creative, clever, and fun. It’s me, the model, running off frame away from the artistic frustration around this single frame story photo shoot. Very ironic and clever, thank you so much Dale for putting a great interpretation to this composition.
Wish I could say I came up with the meaning in this picture…I didn’t but I do love it. Thank you, Dale! 🙂 My entry — with a huge assist from Dale — for this week’s Single Frame Story prompt “getaway” is entitled “Fleeing the SFS Paparazzi.”
My entry for the Single Frame Story prompt “life and death” is entitled “the book of life”
I may try this concept again, although I like the child-like imperfections in this, I must say.
Alot has happened since the transition from the old, blue screen seized tower (6-7 years) to the new, alienware sleek and slim tower (of just a few days). A friend battled heart issues. Another friend lost that battle and passed away. A family member is in the midst of a fight with an enemy far too many of us know and thankfully all of us Relay against.
Life is so precious.
It’s more than something of a miracle.
In the blink of an eye, we stand to miss so very much.
In the barrage of Hallmark Values, we stand to be blinded by glitter and overlook What Matters.
I believe we are unique and we are one, all at the same time. And at the same time, time itself is merciless. Time is the harshest of the task masters. The harshest editor of any and every Book of Life. In a blink, we morph, we change, we move into realms Unknowing…unknowing only to the point until we ourselves arrive.
To those who have gone before…in honoring their memory, I believe they are one with the universe. The truth is perhaps we all are in every moment. But we just don’t seem to recognize it…not in every moment and not at the same time. Or when it matters…like every second.
My entry for this week’s single frame story prompt “believe” is entitled “the answer is blowing in the wind.”
God bless you, all you wonderful souls. God bless you, Adalia. You weren’t given a fair roll of the dice in this life. This is for you.
Before my machine realizes that it’s cooperating and abruptly remembers to crash, here’s my entry for this week’s single frame story prompt “running scared.” It’s entitled “it’s not easy being green” Now excuse me while I run off quite scared of an impeding computer malfunction.
For the current Single Frame Story prompt “stream,” I go on a bit of a pictorial rant about BIG DATA, the latest marketing buzz phrase that involves sifting through every grain of our digital stream to in effect box in identities and personalities.
I am not at all a fan of what Seth Godin calls “rearview window analysis,” which presumes the past will equal the future. In fact BIG DATA insists upon a leaning backwards until it becomes an outright push down that slippery slope. At least that’s my gut reaction to it. And while I wanted to go on a text-based rant about BIG DATA (and maybe one day I still will), Seth Godin’s post on it says it better than I could. (He also includes a link to a simultaneously fascinating and alarming NYT article on the intersection of BIG DATA and script writing.) I really love the title of his post: “Perhaps you could just make something awesome instead.”
The photo I created is far from awesome, but it reflects my feelings about this topic pretty well. It’s entitled “Shrug This Lifestream.”
But that’s no excuse for rushing the post. My machines and router are on the fritz and so I’ve grown impatient with things digital. I’m not very adept at taking photos from my laptop, as odd as that may sound. Just seems trickier to navigate. And even if my desktop worked, I probably still would be late, to be honest. I’m strapped for creativity lately, which is also why I don’t have a story to go with this image. The title of this image is “Brain storming” and it’s my entry — tardy though it is — for this week’s (last week’s!) Single Frame Story prompt “original.” I played with the idea of calling it “Slave to Ideas” or “When ideas rain they pour”…but brain storming really seemed to be the essence of it. Okay, enough description. See? Creativity is eluding me…it’s always been a tease for me.
My desktop has been seized by the blue screen lately but miraculously it is working at this moment (fingers crossed!). Even if it had been working, I probably still would have been late for this past week’s Single Frame Story prompt “pot.”
But beyond that, I’m worried the machine is going to crash any minute so I’m going to make a hard segue here. Hang on.
Check out the Single Frame Story weblog and flickr stream. There’s such amazing creativity and viewpoints there. It’s a great tribe that genuinely celebrates an open mind and diversity in views. Share your amazing voice, too. It’s so great to see the growing variety of entries and artists.
I’m late, I know but here’s my take on “pot”. It’s entitled: “Open Minds, Closed Tribes.”
It’s a sweeping generalization about a behavior that seems most prevalent in the atomic world. (I use my inworld personas because, in all honesty, my atomic world wardrobe just doesn’t even come close to this.)