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Her Widow Road
It didn’t just here—it was as if Hell had frozen over with her heart. She walks to God’s river to pray and back home alone—cloaked in dark. There were whispers in the trees, in the shrill of the osprey as the icy wind whipped around her knees.
By Insouciant Ennuiabout a year ago in Photography
The Trip Back to My Hometown
My grandmother and I were chit chatting a little during the late evening hours just of life in general and random talking points here and there until she had asked me of my trip visiting my hometown on a mission to see Edgar. It was a short amount of time I’d get to see someone I was so close to in an almost previous chapter of my life before he would return to his base somewhere in Tokyo, but I had to take the chance while it was right in front of me. I was able to drive, had just started breaking in my “new” car, and had enough of a financial cushion to take this trip towards my hometown I once knew.
By Guillermoabout a year ago in Photography
Unlawful Night Walk. Runner-Up in Through the Lens Challenge.
This is the long grass that grows in a sixty-acre field just fifty yards from my home. There is nothing notable or special about the grass, it’s the kind of plant that takes full advantage of somewhere we don’t take much notice of; it seeds by chance, is grown by apathy and lives out its life on poor soil.
By Ian Vinceabout a year ago in Photography
The Favourite Embrace
I used to live in a high block of flats. Most people in Warsaw do. Almost twenty years of my life have passed on the eleventh floor out of twelve, my windows facing west, and no buildings of equal height stood close enough to tarnish the views. To me this meant a greater share of glorious sunsets, racing clouds and vast skies in unreal colours than others may see in a lifetime. Let’s not forget about rainbows too, their colours all too predictable, but always inspiring fresh awe no matter how often observed.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Photography
Halloween '09. Runner-Up in Through the Lens Challenge.
When you look at this picture, you see a little girl with pink makeup smeared all over her face, but to me, I behold a testament to a miracle. I glimpse a fighter who never backs down. I also recognize the clown who is my youngest child. In this photo, she is twenty-eight months old and celebrating her first time trick or treating.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Photography
A Rose in the Snow
The snow fell softly, swirling through the pale winter air like delicate confetti. Each flake was unique, but together they blanketed the world in a muted coat of white, hiding the earth beneath it. The world outside my window felt suspended in time—quiet, serene, and almost impossibly still. The temperature was well below freezing, but despite the harsh chill, I found myself drawn to the garden, where nature was performing a delicate dance of survival and beauty.
By Latoria Hallabout a year ago in Photography
How to Avoid QR Code Blurriness. AI-Generated.
Have you ever attempted to scan a QR code but been let down by the sharpness of the image? You're in good company if you've ever attempted to purchase something, browse a menu at a restaurant, or engage with marketing campaigns for specific companies. When the code is too blurry to scan, a QR code may work well for businesses. Luckily, there are preventive ways of blurring QR codes. Let's examine why QR codes might get blurry, how to make them clear and functional, and the reasons for this phenomenon. You can also learn how to keep your Instagram followers private.
By PhotoCutabout a year ago in Photography
Foggy Meadow: The Leroy Harris Story
Leroy Harris hailed from the quiet confines of West Feliciana Parish, where he spent his formative years in a small town, attending school until the age of 15. Like many young men of the 1950s, he made the bold decision to leave school behind and enlist in the army. From the very first moment he arrived at Fort Sam Houston, Leroy dedicated himself wholeheartedly to his military duties. Standing tall and lean, he sported a perpetual five o'clock shadow that seemed to defy his best efforts to tame it. With a wry smile, he often quipped, “The hardest enemy to capture was my razor,” lamenting, “It was never where I left it last!” His infectious humor endeared him to his fellow soldiers, and whenever the opportunity arose, he would join them for a game of baseball, showcasing a powerful southpaw swing that earned him the reputation of “owning the bat.”
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Photography
School Pictures. Honorable Mention in Through the Lens Challenge.
I only went to school here for half a year. There shouldn't be that much to say. Yet when I saw the school blocked off from the roadway by a pelt of grass, grown in over the past decade, despite driving past so many times before, this time I turned and went searching for it, the lost way in.
By Raistlin Allenabout a year ago in Photography
