Posted for Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
While I believe Becky has in mind using different apertures, focusing, and distance to show how one can achieve different perspectives in photography, I thought I would approach it from a lighter perspective for my first square of this month’s challenge. This friendly, exuberant, (and surprised) urban squirrel was observing me from four different perspectives!*
#1 Uh oh! Caught in the act!
#2 I’m really not so sure about this…..
#3 Maybe it’s safe…….. I’ll try it out.
#4 Oh, you seem to be friendly, and your dog does too, so…. TA-DA. Here I am in all my exuberance, complete with tail!
*I don’t normally do this, and I think it’s technically against the rules, but I got carried away and combined….. four challenges. My own exuberance got the better of me.
Becky’s Squares – The Art of Perspective
For all our LBGTQ+ brothers and sisters. While we should celebrate their lives all year long, each year we especially dedicate the month of June to raising awareness of their lives and their struggles, and honoring their contributions. This has been a June like no other, but even in the midst COVID and all the other uncertainties, I hope that each person who identifies as LBGTQ+ has had someone say to them, “I’m glad you are who you are, and I am glad that I know you.” And my message to each of you is that you are loved.
Posted for CitySonnet’s Photo a Day Challenge: June 30 – Goodbye June
I am fortunate to live in Oakland, California, a very diverse city with a population of close to a half million people. Last Sunday, June 7th, along with the peaceful protests by teens and adults, there was a protest scheduled for families with young children. As it was gathering across the street from my apartment, and families were practicing good social distancing, I grabbed my camera and did some photo journaling.
As scary and heart wrenching and even terrifying as it is during this time, now is all we have. The past is filled with our memories, and COVID 19 has so throughly transformed our world we truly don’t know what the world will be like when we emerge on the other side of this.
But what we do with our time, our life of now, is up to us. I’m not advocating that we look at the world through rose colored glasses and pretend that everything is fine. We know it isn’t. I’m saying that each of us have strengths, and each of us know what helps us feel more whole. I can’t see my grown daughters at the moment, and I can’t hug my grandchildren. But I can still notice beauty. And that is one of the things that is helping me make my way through this. What we do right now matters. Our children (or our grandchildren) will ask us one day, “Grammy, what was it like? How did you make it through?” I’d like to have some answers for them.
What is helping you navigate this difficult path forward?
Please leave word in the comments. We can draw strength from each other.
Posted for Debbie’s Travel With Intent’s One Word Sunday Challenge – Communication.
My granddaughter discovering COLD snow and ice a year ago.
Posted for Tina’s Lens-Artist Challenge #73 – COLD.
Here in the States, November 11 is Veterans Day. Originally it was established as Armistice Day, the day Germany formally surrendered at the end of WW I: November 11, 1918. In 1954, the name was changed to Veterans Day, to honor U.S. veterans and victims of all wars.
In 2015 my husband and I took a long awaited trip to France. One of the places we visited was the American Cemetery in Normandy. The cemetery covers 172.5 acres and contains the remains of 9,388 American soldiers. There are graves of Army Air Corps crews shot down over France as early as 1942, and graves of 4 American women. But most of the graves are of those soldiers who died during the Invasion of Normandy.
It is a sobering place, as you look out over row upon row upon row of crosses and stars of David. My husband said, “There is such sadness here.” My thought was of all those men, overwhelmingly young, who would never have a chance to have a career, or fall in love, or get married, or live to see their children grow up. They would never see their lives open up before them.
Here is a closeup of an infinitely small section.
Posted for the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Bravery.
We are fortunate here in Oakland to have several very talented Mural Artists. I drove by this mural yesterday, made a U-turn, parked, and took several shots.
At first glance from the car, this appears to be straight out of my childhood nightmares. So much so that I wondered if the artist, whom I have never met, had a window into the horrors of my brain. This mural is HUGE, painted, as you can see, on 2 sides of the building, and probably 15 feet tall.
From the car, this portion was all that I saw. It is terrifying.
Up close, I saw the full mural.
This mural completely overwhelms you. But once I had gotten up close, I noticed this small courageous figure and the forrest of stark trees, which hadn’t been noticeable from the car.
This young boy, standing up to the wild, fantastical beast, is showing so much bravery, that you think that he just might prevail. He must be terrified inside, but he continues to stand, recorded in paint on a wall. It ends up being a powerful symbol not only of courage, but of resistance. I suspect the world is in desperate need such symbols, haunting though they may be.
And the title?
Posted for Terri’s Sunday Stills Photo Challenge: Something Scary.