Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: 2015 Week 7

In response to Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge, “to capture the roads, walks, trails, and rails, we move from one place to another on,” I’m  posting these photos that I took a couple of weeks ago.

There are fully functioning railroad tracks under that foot or more of precipitation. The photos reveal a quiet time between a fresh snow and the next freight train, which usually passes by twice daily. Two views face south and the other two, north.

It amazes me how the weather can so effectively desaturate the color from the world!

To see more foggy snow scenes from that same day, click here.

Thank you Cee for the photo challenge!

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Writing 201: Fog

“Day 5 is upon us: clear your foggy mind, embrace absence, and paint with words.”

The poetry prompt for day five of Writing 201 is “fog.”
The form is “elegy.”
The device is “metaphor.”

Being visually oriented I headed straight to my photo archives to give me inspiration for today’s poetry prompt. I had been out taking pictures on a foggy winter’s day a couple of weeks ago. It was fairly clear in some places but quite thick with fog in others. The mountains/hills in the background of the first photo are totally obscured.

The first words that leaked out of my brain formed a haiku…

Winter’s frozen breath
hangs suspended over snow
whispering, “Hush now.”

Then another poem formed in my mind, but it wasn’t elegy…

Winter’s frozen breath, thick, suspended,
whispers, “Hush now. Sleep.”
Earth’s deep white blanket envelopes all,
Tucked-in tree and leaf.

Finally I came up with something that perhaps resembles elegy with its characteristic sense of loss…

Summer lies smothered by a heavy white quilt,
Her breath suspended frozen and thick.

Awaiting the arrival of spring mournfully
Forced to relinquish all that is past.

Each bud that was born, each flower that had bloomed,
Each leaf, each tender blade of grass,

Relentlessly shivered and silenced, withered, now gone,
Wrenched from Summer’s weakening grasp.

New buds to birth, new flowers to bloom, fresh and unfamiliar,
Forced to embrace all that is new causing fear and apprehension.

 

Although I’m enjoying stretching myself, all of these Writing 201: Poetry challenges confirm that, for me at least, pictures are so much easier than words!

 

 

Photography 101: Triumph

Friday was day twenty, of Photography 101. The theme, Triumph.

“Today, let’s bump up the contrast for a bold take on triumph… Tip: Triumph usually denotes drama of some sort, no matter whether it’s big or small. Playing with contrast is a great way to enhance your photos for a more dramatic effect.”

triumphant first snow

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”  ~J. B. Priestley

I took this photo on Wednesday after the first snowfall of this year. It came immediately to mind for Friday’s theme. I remembered being blinded by a blanket of white with a skeleton of dark branches and hills protruding from it while framing my shots. Nature was triumphant in her presentation of contrast!

This was the last theme for Photography 101. I have enjoyed it immensely and feel I have grown as, I hesitate to say it, a photographer. The commitment to take and edit photos every day created the paradigm of practice, and the daily prompts, tips and comments from fellow participants and presenters were all helpful.

I’m hoping to post a  gallery of images in the next day or two as a synopsis of my participation in Photography 101.  At some point, I would also like to revisit and complete the optional weekend assignments which I was unable to do during the event.

Sending out a big thank you to all involved and looking forward to seeing everyone’s future photos!

Blessings,
Terry