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The Haunted Yogurt of Wüd Grane
I had always regarded yogurt as a safe foodstuff—perhaps not as reliable as your standard whole milk or cheddar, but certainly more innocuous than an exotic cheese. If you eat something called a ghost pepper, you might reasonably expect something spooky to happen, but I hadn’t ever encountered a yogurt named after the grim reaper or a disembodied spirit.
By A. S. Lawrence12 months ago in Photography
Carolina On My Mind!
For someone who may not be a North Carolina native doesn’t mean that can stop me from loving this great state that has so much heart. I have been visiting North Carolina ever since I was a baby. I’ve almost everywhere in the state from the beautiful seaside towns, to the big cities throughout the state, and finally to the high majestic mountains. North Carolina has so much history and beauty and love so, who wouldn’t want to come here. There is just about everything for everyone. What I love about North Carolina is that no matter where you go in the state it feels like any day can be a fun new exciting adventure. But in Western North Carolina is where I made a lot of cherished memories.
By Joanna Blaze12 months ago in Photography
In the Hall of Crosses
Where was my head at when I headed down to my hometown’s art gallery? It was the day after the New Year rolled in, and I was aware that I would be leaving in less than a week. I had been spending most of the time with my family and noting the frailty in my mother and stepfather, more so in my mom (she will not be stopped when her home has to be clean and meals prepared). I went over to visit relatives during the holidays, but I felt like I was looking at something from a distance. Most of the people I know are all working in the same soul-deadening spots I managed to avoid, and I cannot really explain why I see their lives as sadder and more limited now. My neighbourhood has not changed at all (perhaps there are more people buying some of the newish homes around us; perhaps more people are retired and keeping to themselves – no change there, either). I had gone for a walk on the Bruce Trail on the birth of the new year, and there were the usual friendly faces and greetings, but it felt like I was stuck in a terrible pattern that I built for myself since I first discovered that path through nature. I had less than a week left, and I wanted something unique that spoke to me, and lifted me out of the deep funk I felt seeing where I came from (it also did not hurt that the day after New Year’s Day was a free day at the gallery; you take what you can get). So, on a Thursday, I caught a bus – could not get anyone interested in heading down with me and a bus seemed to be the right method of entering the downtown core – and with a new stop that put me a little too far from my destination, I went into the brown, brutalist structure that is our municipal gallery.
By Kendall Defoe 12 months ago in Photography
Sunset Rise
It might not look like anything special, but this photo is one of my favorite pictures that I’ve ever taken. Thanks to my mother and her mindset of having a healthy outdoor life. I like to go for walks, especially when it’s a clear sunny day out. I love to put on my favorite music and just go walking for hours. One day when I was out walking one spring evening this sunset stood over. And I’m not afraid to say I thought it was a beautiful thing.
By Joe Patterson12 months 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 Combs12 months 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 ᕼᗩᖇTY12 months ago in Photography
Smoke and Mirrors
The gray blanket lying over the coast began to rise, breaking into gigantic, airborne pillows that slowly wisped out of existence. The late morning sun gradually broke through, casting long rays through the darker clouds that snagged on the forested hills on the opposite shore.
By Dana Crandell12 months ago in Photography
Steel Arches, Soft Hearts
"That's all, right?" my sister asked "yeah, all packed up" A photograph isn’t just a snapshot; it’s a story, a feeling, and sometimes, a new reality. This photo, taken on a pivotal afternoon, became a canvas for the emotions my sister and I carried—a moment that felt like it belonged in a movie, one where we dared to hope for a happy ending.
By piper12 months ago in Photography
The Preservation of Something Not Yet Gone
The preservation of something not yet gone. There’s some people that always feel like they’re going to live forever. My grandmother is not one of them. Since she was in her late 80s, she has felt the weight of her age in her bones, and although she has remained as sharp as a tack, the frailty of her body has grown more and more obvious. This past year, she turned 100 years old. Even in the celebration of that number, the dread of her death is every present. Not many people live that long. Not many people want to.
By Samantha Smith12 months ago in Photography
Upon The White Cliffs Of Dover
When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t planning on writing this. Work is all consuming, and when it’s not my novel is. I need to put some finishing touches on a family trip to France that is suddenly, amazingly right around the corner. And my dog needs a surprise visit to the vet. Plus, it was inauguration day Monday which is all I will say on that topic.
By Matthew J. Fromm12 months ago in Photography
The Quiet Tribute
The Moment in the Frame The early morning sun stretched its golden fingers through the curtains, pulling me out of sleep and into the quiet world outside my window. I pulled the curtain back and gazed out at the city streets below. The morning fog still lingered over the sidewalks, a thin veil that softened the edges of buildings and cast an ethereal glow over everything. The world was still asleep, save for the occasional car passing by, its headlights like dim eyes peering through the mist.
By Arshad Sajjad Khan12 months ago in Photography
