This isn’t right, he thought for the hundredth time. Mathew stood well within the reach of the shadows in the corner of the room. The old women, oh these women, their wills were thousandfold the force of their heavy wrinkled and gnarled hands. They had gotten it in their heads that Petr must live. Why, he’s far too young for this fate.
Fools. Who are they to decide against nature? Petr, the rambunctious lad he loved and knew, the boy who wanted to fly. Pretended to do so as he ran down the hills at breakneck speed just to feel the wind. If he’d been allowed to die in proper peace would have turned in his grave at the very though of such imposed suffering his soul must endure. It pained Mathew to see his friend binded to this lingering existence.
The soft light of dawn stroked Petr’s pale immobile face, a picture of perfect, undisturbed rest. Read More »
Hi everyone, I’m terribly sorry for not visiting in such a long time, sadly enough posting these days end up just being an afterthought. Today is Phagwah, the festival many of us Hindus celebrate to mark the beginning of spring. Today we throw coloured powder and water on friends, family and agreeable strangers (who can be of different religion and race) not only for the new season but also to commemorate Krishna’s fondness of pranks. This week’s Ermilia’s Picture It and Write! reminds me of the holiday, particularly the clouds. So here’s my bit. It’s been a while.
The pain at my temples throbbed like the beats in a Hall and Oats song. I stayed home today, and work was out of question with all of the indecision and confusion and plain all out frustration that had condensed into a dripping orb in my chest. I take a sip of the stuff of the bottom of my mug and nearly wretched. A day and a half old black coffee can do that to a body, served me right I supposed, I hadn’t gotten around to change the grounds. Nevertheless, picking it up made me feel a whole lot better for it revealed a recent postcard from some picturesque lake in Scotland from my best friend Riley.
It wasn’t very hard to believe such serene beauty was real, I grew up to long stretches of road with views of sun-lit cane fields on one side and rice on the other, took shade under coconut trees and shared that ever sentimental sky. Instead of feeling homesick, I wanted to pick up and drive off to where the sky met the ground in the far flung horizon.
The likes of lochs and miles of impossibly high mountains were utterly magnificent to my eyes that never beheld them. Read More »
When I think about treasure I think of them. They’re little people now but I can’t wait to see what kind of grown ups they’ll be years from now. It’s a privilege to be their big sister, I get to influence them, to make them be good and kind. I love them missing teeth, scarped knees, weird giggles and all. They fill my days with screamed warnings and annoyance but at the same time make me laugh and feel better when I’m stranded. They anchor me in a world that’s bent on challenging my will. Such days will come for all of ’em and I’ll be there to get them through it. That’s what we do with our treasures, we protect them.
I’d taken this some time late last year, right behind the school. The wire lined the entire compound, but this particular part of the fence separated us from the untamed green land some miles beyond. This section was shaded by a dwarf coconut tree, the one I’d like to stand under those hot days and it was on one such sweltering morning when I noticed these vines twisting their way around the length of the wire and the barbs.
The contrast was immediate. Such thriving life form that should dare to advance Read More »
This would be the first collage I attempted and felt it ready. These shots capture bits and pieces of the person I am. I think this week’s photo challenge had the same theme but I’m not sure. In time I will post more collages like this one. It’s a really cool tool and I had fun tinkering around.
He stumbled backwards in haste before tripping on the extra long lab coat in an attempt to remove himself as far has he could from the giant glass tube in front of him. Under the relative safety of the desk the only disturbance in the air was his uneven breathing and the distant hiss, a result of the process now in progress which he had initialized after hitting the orange button on his way to hiding. A last resort, which meant this wing of the building was now on lock-down.
The little man sat there curled into a ball, dreading the outcome of the experiment. It was no use thinking that he knew it would have gone downhill after the second stage, the commander didn’t care. He wanted it done and he’d wanted it done fast. The bastard’s getting it alright, but not as they’d planned. Gathering up whatever traces of courage that was left, he chanced a peek. The woman, Lannie Jessup, was plastered against the glass in a thick viscous layer of steadily drying goo, it clung to her like the second skin it was, sparing no dip or curve. Trapped before she could have escaped and wrapped those long strong fingers around his scrawny neck.
I would have liked to find out its name before sharing it with you but I couldn’t wait, I had it tucked away in my hard drive for a few months now. I’ve seen a younger version of this tree around. I clicked this one at my principals front yard, she’s probably the best person to ask … but I keep forgetting!
Now here’s a stunning photo of Buckingham Palace with the Queen’s eternally frozen Guards standing watch (of course except for the occasional trips to the loo … I mean they have to go at some point, right?). I adore colour photography but the black and whites are the ones that really bring out the fine details, lines are more defined and bolder, blacks are blacker, it emphasizes on the shadows and the light. The contrast is stunning and smooth. It’s a beautiful building, design and all.
I’ve got a few more installments coming up so come back again soon, okay? In the meantime, you can give Kirsty a visit and check out all of her galleries that are sure to make you itch to pick up a camera and click away!
Hi all! At The Dark Globe I had a chance to meet some really talented people. One of these is a photographer, Kirsty Pang, at La Plume Noire Photography. She’s taken some amazing photographs and I’ve gotten her permission to share you a few of her shots!
Though it would be too short for my liking, I love that dress! Do you see those trees? The colours are simply marvelous! She excludes confidence and it would seem that for this beautiful model, the world is her runway.