For Art’s Sake a Collage

I’ve been under a lot of stress lately but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to continue blogging.

 

To circumvent certain difficulties I refer to the WordPress Daily Prompts and the Weekly Photo Challenges when I am thinking of blogging.  I feel this way I am on the same level as other participants in these WordPress suggestions for blog entries.  The Daily Prompts typically refer to a specific word of the day as a launching point to write a blog post, and the Weekly Photo Challenges are essays which inspire blog posts with photography in mind.

 

This week’s Photo Challenge is to a prepare a photo collage for your blog.  This is fun.  It is artistic and it requires a little bit of work to put together something with quality.  I took four photos I took recently and reassembled them into a collage which I am including for you here.  I will take a moment now to explain what the photos mean and if they amount to anything as a whole.  A collage is what has been assembled.

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The photo on the top left shows a tree at the cemetery where I work.  I co-direct operations at this little out of the way cemetery in my town (and you can visit it on the Internet at http://maplelawncemeteryorg.ipage.com/oldchurchcemetery/ which is the website).  The tree stands on the side of the driveway around the church which divides the cemetery from the church proper (the congregation disbanded in 2006).  The tree represents for me a point of interest because it is elevated above the shed where we keep the riding mower I utilize the cut the cemetery grass.  It is a dividing point on the property and it means to me a focus or orientation, which serves as a subtle boundary.  The focus is important to me as without the power to focus, and this is something which for me is a personal struggle, I would be far less productive as an individual and therefore mired.

 

The photo to the right of that is the image of a claw which is dismantling a closed-up building unit which for some time in the past comprised a bar.  It isn’t far from where I live and the construction activity depicted occurred most recently.  For me, the opposite of boundaries is destruction, which is what I think I fear and what it is possible many individuals fear.  The contrast between the stability of the tree overlooking the cemetery shed and the breakdown of urban sprawl lends itself to art, as in opposites side by side illustrating change.

 

The third photo, to the left and beneath the image of the tree, is a local high school in the evening with a magnificent sky overlooking it.  Where the illustration of the difference between peace and destruction is on display at the top, the photo of the high school is an institution of human development which is quite far intellectually from the depicted notions of security and of destruction.  It helps to reflect on the student body which occupies the school three-quarters of the year and to think about how it is they relate to the images of change which are above the photo.  Whereas specifics of change are illustrated in the top two photos, the high school helps reflect a flow of ongoing change.

 

Lastly, the fourth photo shows a bonfire, which is literally being employed to burn branches at our cemetery, and which helps illustrate the notion of spiritual, I think, because what isn’t necessary to the cemetery is destroyed.  The photo collage tries to capture both positive changes, in the images of the tree and of the school, and likewise negative withdrawal, where the claw and the fire show what is symbolic of being taken down.  A straightforward contrast such as this helps fulfill its necessity as art.

 

If you enjoyed what I shared, feel free to, “like,” “follow,” and/or “subscribe” to my blog.  I hope to continue, and if you are moved by this entry, I welcome your input and perhaps I will even go so far as to visit your own blog myself.  All the best to you!

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Climb with Me: A Reminder

I haven’t blogged since Valentine’s Day.  It’s been a long time.  Gone but not forgotten, I hope.  Why not today, I think, to resume?  I am checking out the site changes for the first time in a while.  Happy Easter to you.

 

Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the word “climbing.”  In addition to being Easter time, this has also been the weekend of Star Wars Celebration in Orlando.  So I reflect… what is going on at the WordPress offices?  Why has a word like “climbing” been opted for as today’s prompt?

 

Climbing, to me, suggests a few different things, but the notion of climbing I want to hone on is the idea of social climbing.  Social climbing is when you network upwardly.  It’s when you reach out to people higher up on the food chain with the hope you will join the ride.  It’s pretty common.  What’s all this business with social media?  It’s the definition of social climbing.  A friend request is seldom just a friend request.  But maybe I’m cynical… or a little too honest.

 

Anyone would any sense would be doing that kind of social climbing, in fact, because unless you are of a lackadaisical mind like me, you certainly should mean business.  You are a somebody, I think.  In fact, and I guarantee little about life, but if you are looking at this humble blog post of mine, I would venture to say that you are indeed a somebody.  I don’t get a lot of blog traffic, which is generally the opposite intention of publishing a blog, but I will offer you this, in exchange for your time:  if you are seeing this post, you indeed matter.  I’m not the only one who will propose this to you, but in your case, at this moment, rest assured that you are of importance.  So climb away.

 

I’m being a little facetious, but if you liked this post, feel free to “like,” “follow,” and/or “comment.”  See you in the revision stage.

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Joining the Insecure Writer’s Support Group ~ No#49

I am interested in joining the Insecure Writer’s Support Group because I think it would be a useful networking exercise. I have some image problems. Also, I worry about the difficulty of making a sustained effort as a writer. I’m also have some doubts about whether I have enough originality to make writing more a good idea.

One specific fear I had was the fear of trying to stay current as a computer user which isn’t easy. I finally decided that reasonable standards of computing are adequate, but it took me a long time to become convinced of this (like dipping a toe in a cold pool of water). I also had some fear that I hadn’t read enough to merit writing myself, but eventually found the courage to acknowledge myself for the books I have read. I am also afraid that I don’t sufficiently understand the world around us to be a worthwhile writer.

One struggle I went through was the decision to permanently move out of my mom and dad’s house. It took me a relatively long time to do this. I am sure that a common struggle among people in and out of the writing game is relationship problems, and trying to make relationships of all levels work is a major concern for me. It was also a struggle, as I mentioned above, when I was writing some of my doubts, to accept the changing times.

A triumph of mine was accepting my sister’s encouragement to contribute some run-of-the-mill movie reviews to a local student newspaper, which was a triumph because for several weeks the reviews were published in print and online for the paper for which I was volunteering. It was the beginning of my interest in being published. Some other modest recognition which I have enjoyed have also got me feeling triumphant, and I don’t want to say too much about this, but recognition is positively a joy. I also feel better when I write something complete, which is perhaps my most important triumph.

If you are struggling, remember, and I hope I’m not speaking out of place, that writing is an end in and of itself.

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Writing 201: Poetry, Day Seven — Neighborhood, Ballad

Choices need be made quickly, ingeniously
The decision is the time to make haste
Months waning, the days are running
Not to see a little out there, a waste

People, in a word, are savvy, with know-how
Quickly from shade, they fade into the hour
The outdoors rears fearsome and beastly
On my own again, by my own power

I won’t be long this moment, not this play day
I can compare where I was to how I am
The claw draw of my homestead awaits me
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