Concrete Snowman

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This was a lot harder to create than you may think. I may have stretched a few lines near the end to fulfill the ideal image of a snowman.

Writing 201: Day 9 – Cold, Concrete Poetry, Anaphora/epistrophe

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Back to 2011

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One day in the early spring of 2011, I decided to hike up a mountain of hard packed snow. It overlooked a small city of buildings and cars. The air was like Jack Frost, nipping at my nose, and little flakes of frozen water were falling on my messy head of hair. The perfect place for a self-portrait or profile shot, or selfie as it is called now but wasn’t back then. I took my camera phone, held it out at arms length, tried my best photogenic look, and pressed the shutter button. I’m the king of the mountain, I thought, standing there and looking all around the sleepy campus of Spring Arbor University. I was nineteen years old and just finishing up my first year of college there. I actually lived in my own house with my family right on campus, though we moved out of there a month later because of some unsolvable disputes between a stubborn relative and the rest of us.

2011 was a year of discovery for me, trying to find who I was inside. It was the year I first picked up a guitar and tried to learn how to play it, repeating lots of the boring stuff over and over again. It was also the year I truly felt on my own, having graduated from high school the year before. I felt the pressure on me to find my own way because no one was going to tell me anymore and that made me feel vulnerable and alone. But of course, I felt like a rebel kid with my black leather jacket on, walking out there in the cold with a little strut in my step, but not too naïve to realize I was a little man in a big world that seemingly had no directions laid out for me. It was my job to write them myself.

This picture of me hails from the social construct of Facebook in one of my older albums. Everything seemed so much different back then, more fuller and livelier, but then again the people that died recently were alive in 2011, including a number of my relatives. And we weren’t all spread out across the country. I wasn’t even making any money back then, like I get to do now by donating fluids from my arm for life-saving medicine. Time marched on.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Snapshot Stories.”

Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.

Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge: Week #24

For Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge this week, I decided to dig through some of my Facebook pictures that have been on there since I started, many of them I have forgotten about. These were from the Random album. I fixed them up a bit in Photoshop and introduced them to the picture universe of Flickr.

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This picture, taken nearly five years ago in a hospital room, is of my sister apparently lying on the floor sleeping. The opening scene from the “Welcome Munchkins” part of The Wizard of Oz, where the house has landed on the wicked witch of the east, comes to mind.

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I have no idea who this is but I thought he was cool enough to get a picture of. My sister actually begged me to get a picture of this man because she thought he was “adorable” and called him “Turtle” because of his green colors. More like The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Whatever, then.

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One of my past cats named Spaz stretching out on top of the TV set. This was always an odd cat.
Grill in the Chill!

It was a dare.

WPC: It’s A Big, Big World…

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I thought it would be interesting to take another long walk into my favorite forest spot, now with snow going up just below my knees. I found this little guy, I like to call him Mr. Tufkins, and placed him on a fallen tree limb. He began to admire the huge, magnificent scene before him, the snow, in his eyes, stretching for miles around, like a cold desolate planet he so happened to crash land on. He asked me what I was doing with that weird snapping device in my hands, me going around him, crouching down low in the freeze; I told him kindly that I was taking pictures for another Weekly Photo Challenge. And so he grinned, puffed himself up, and posed nicely in the thin bed of limb snow, gazing at the big world before him, so vulnerable and innocent and full of charmed wonder.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale

February’s White Awakening

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Buried in a thick sea of precip
The big winter blast
Unexpected visitor arriving late

Comfort in the Cold Open

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Into the world I walk alone
My leathers getting wet
Socks soaking in snow
Sifting through the soil
Wind breathing in my face
Trailing away from home
Trying to get to a mysterious place

Pictures come of the tall ones above
All interlocking, branching, like the veins of blood
Into this little opening
Little clearing of white
Gotta keep walking ahead
Keep walking til day turns to night

Eyes take in the calmness
The world through my eyes
The wonders of the trees
The sky as it cries
Strolling into a short meadow
Powerlines overhead
Electric highway
Hanging high, long stretches of dread

All is quiet here
Except for the annoying snow crunch
But the forest beyond is what has me
Hanging on a hunch
Is there someone watching me
Wondering why I’m here?
Should I turn back now
And never come back from fear?

But no, I’ll be back
To this very same spot
And will walk further ahead
Until I crash into that interesting plot
And what I find might be illegal
Might stop me in my tracks
Sensing danger like the great bald eagle

For this comfort in the cold open
Won’t be cold for long
Seasons will change
Old rituals will roll right along
As I keep on trekking
Across this vast land
Keep on discovering new things
That make me see, hear, and stand

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Free Association

Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .

. . . home . . . soil . . . rain. 

Use those words in the title of your post.

Share Your World – 2014 Week 51

I’m sharing a bit of my world a little late, in the final week of 2014, but it was fun to answer these questions provided by Cee. Read on to see another dimension of My Awesome Life.

Would you prefer snowy winters, or not, and why? 

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Strategically placed bike in a snow bank

Yes, I would, because they allow me to think differently, to go outside and view the world as something more beautiful. Snowy winters are great because they make me feel like I’m walking in a winter wonderland, not to sound too cliché. That’s not happening so far this year in Michigan though, at least not where I am located in the lower part of the mitten, because there is no snow. We had a brief period of snow in November that had me all excited, seeing everything being covered under a hibernation blanket, but then it all melted. Last year at this time, we were experiencing one of the most brutal winters in a long time, snow getting to at least six inches high, having to be plowed away into huge hills such as the one that inspired the picture I took above for my 365 project this year.

So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?

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I don’t have an umbrella, but should get one though! It does rain frequently here in Michigan and I usually get caught with my head bared when I am out in the open, drenching my clothes, on the brink of catching pneumonia. If I did have one though, I would probably keep it right near my coat, so I could pick up both at the same time when going out in the rain.

Do you prefer your food separated or mixed together?
Mixing my food together gives it a new, distinct flavor, in my opinion, and I usually enjoy it more because my taste buds are being overwhelmed with the delicious flavors of this fusion. The food being separated just doesn’t feel like a meal. Too bland, too boring. I love when my mashed potatoes, butter, and corn run together, or the cranberry sauce and green bean casserole end up becoming a little more than just friends at Thanksgiving…

What is set as the background on your computer?

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An overhead view of the Amazon rainforest

This hasn’t been changed in a while.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Last week, me and my family visited the eldest daughter in Wisconsin as well as her soon to be husband and his son. We had a mini Christmas in a Baymont hotel room (me getting everything on video). I am grateful to have had such a fun time, to have these memories to share forever, to have received a hug from my sister before we left her again for Michigan. Next week we will be in January (shouldn’t this be Share Your World Week 52? Unless it was started in the second week of 2014…), and I am looking forward to starting college at Western Michigan University, beginning my Bachelor’s degree program. I’m also looking forward to expanding my photography skills, maybe signing up for 500px. There has also been a bubbling idea of mine to do a project next year of taking a photo of one part of my body every day (I’ll have to calculate how this will exactly work though).


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