Month: October 2016

My brother’s pictures

My brother is an awesome photographer who has yet to be discovered. Actually I’m unsure if he realizes just how great he is and he has yet to receive formal training in photography or to have a photographer’s camera. 

He is a great photographer because he sees things that many fail to see and he captures the beauty of the most minute things.

If only he knew he was a great photographer. I have permission to use some of his early pictures and I will because my brother’s pictures are great. 

What’s Up?

What’s up all of the people who follow me? 

Laugh because I know there’s not many of you but of course you matter…there has to be one follow before there can be two, three, four and beyond

So thank you for your time, likes, comments 

I appreciate you and I’m going to work harder at not falling off the Press!


Daily Prompt: Transformation

Do you recall, when you first saw a caterpillar? One of the most memorable caterpillars I’ve ever seen frightened me!

No, I wasn’t one of those people who was scared of bugs, but have you ever truly looked at a caterpillar? They are not the most appealing creatures!

around this same time, I learned that caterpillars transformed into butterflies…I still find this hard to believe, although I’ve never researched this so-called fact on my own, I guess it’s true!

I am not saying, it’s false, but I’m saying I’ve never seen a caterpillar transform into a butterfly. (more…)

Daily Prompt: Artificial

Yesterday, I had a fruit roll and it was good. Depending on your perspective what exactly a fruit roll is varies. We call many things by names that don’t exactly convey, the ingredients in them or even what they truly are.

For instance, the image that I think of when I say cake…is not the edible treat but a movie about a daughter seeking her father’s approval by stepping in to run his suffering wedding magazine when he falls ill. I don’t think of my grandmother’s decadent homemade or semi-homemade cakes that sit on her kitchen table in a decorative lidded cake plate.

Back to my fruit roll, did I mention that it was good? This particular fruit roll is allegedly made of real fruit and is dried fruit purée. I say allegedly because I purchased and since it wasn’t homemade how can I really know?

Oh yes, of course I know that it tastes different from the fruit rolls that are easily found in most grocery stores in the snack aisle…but I also know that many items claim to be free of artificial ingredients are no more healthy than their counterparts.

Artificial has become a dirty word when it really shouldn’t be…we use artificial means to heat, cool ourselves and yet we don’t find much trouble with that. Yes even solar panels bring in artificial elements in order to acquire heat from the very genuine sun.

When we garden we use artificial tools even if we don’t use chemicals and let’s not forget many unhealthy, environmentally unfriendly items are artificial.

My fruit roll was delicious and even if all the ingredients were genuine, there were some element of artificial In the process of getting them to me…

For a fact, my fruit roll was so good I decided to write a nonsensical post about how it’s superior because it wasn’t artificial…although I kind of never really made my point.

My point turns out to be that this daily prompt is not the real one because it’s artificial!!!

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Millions…didn’t make it

What has drawn me to Daily Prompts? Why am I enthusiastic about posting daily based on whatever the prompt is? I’ve had this blog for a while, it’s been a ‘seat filler’ on WordPress…in other words, when I thought about posting or actually posted…I DELETE!

So you’re wondering, how is this related to the daily prompt – Millions?

Fear not. I haven’t deviated off topic, I’m simply on that long stretch of road between my starting point and my destination. You know, that part of the trip that makes you wonder if you’re lost, regardless of how many times you’ve taken that journey.

Like me, millions start a blog and participate in various writing activities for a short while…and DELETE!

Millions  of posts  are deleted by bloggers of all levels of engagement because we feel that it is not good enough, fails to convey the message we are attempting to broadcast, gives us an unfavorable image or is just plain bad In our opinion.

Why do we decide to keep the other millions of blog posts? How is it that these posts survive and others fail?

Whatever we post becomes visible to someone eventually and yet and still millions of people blog, millions of posts daily

Many of my posts on this very blog never saw the light of day

True enough I have yet to delete millions of posts personally, but I’ve had MILLIONS of thoughts, ideas to post about that I judged out of existence

We care about perception, even if it is just our own so we choose which of our creative posts will enter among the millions of other posts.

Those times when our posts makes it through the stringent (often unnecessarily so) self-judgment they become

1 in 1,000,000…millions didn’t make it so be proud of your post!

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Daily Prompt: Ancient

We met when I was still a teenager

we bonded once I entered my 20s

and we are still attached during my third decade of life.

At times when we discuss our previous lives together, it feels dated.

We easily realize that we need to create more memories together

because our shared memories are ancient!

They are not simply old…ancient denotes that these memories are valuable and worth being explored.

If they were simply old, we could easily discard them

These memories are the foundation which we built the present

There is certainly beauty in the ancient

It’s not always obvious, the value in the ancient but there’s a reason we study history and collect antiques.

Our memories are ancient and yet they are beautiful

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Talk to me

Hello dear friend,

I was supposed to contact you, but I didn’t know what to say. I thought of all the ways to contact you, for instance

I thought of sending you an email, but that requires words. I thought of calling you, but I wasn’t even sure why I would because still no words. I even thought of sending you a text message, but I still was unsure of what to say.

So now here I am knowing that I am supposed to contact you, unsure as to why.

It boggles my mind how I know that you have something to say to me and/or I have something to say to you; although a piece of the puzzle is missing.

You tell me, what exactly is it that I am supposed to communicate to you, please let me know.