Chasing Ideas

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.”

sfs getaway

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I believe

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.

I believe.

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.

I believe