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My Photography: Tree Reflections
In Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, we had a very long winter. It snowed so much (more than 2 meters / 78 inches, compared to the average 1.2 or 1.3 metres / 47 or 51 inches that we usually get), that it is considered the second or third snowiest winter on record!
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The Magic of Old Images (Part 2)
Welcome to part 2 of The Magic of Old Images! (You can check out part 1 here.) The Magic of Old Images is a new series that introduces modern audiences to what I consider the most beautiful early photos ever taken. The period I chose to focus on spans about a century, from the mid-1800s to mid-1900s.
I wrote today's poem in response to Christine Graves' prompt: "Magic Moments". If If hands could dance like butterflies in space and hearts could sing for all people to hear if we were meant to be something different and share our laughter in any other ways, would ------------- we notice the unique, deeper shades of life, heed the peerless sound wave of love? Would we feel that we matter more than now or just let go of our made-up fears? ------------- Were we different, we would just dance.
In a recent post, I mentioned the Promptly Written publication, as well as its writing challenges on Medium. At the beginning of this year, Christine Graves, a member of the PW editorial team, asked us to write poems inspired by the following concept: "The first sunset after a winter freeze."
Words That We Should Use Again
I started reading classic literature in English in high school. That year, most of the students in my class gave the teacher we had a very hard time; they had no interest in learning anything. So, when I approached him to discuss my dream of becoming an English major, he was ecstatic. He gave me a box full of books from classic authors, so I could prepare myself for my first year at university.