Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus | An Ant’s Perspective

An Ant's Perspective (Remastered)

This is a remastered version of my very, very first post, An Ant’s PerspectiveDepth and aperture are very important factors for a great photo. Applying them makes real, great masterpieces. Check these photos out!

P.S. Please visit the post’s original page. It’s more than a photo.

An Ant’s Perspective           

Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus 

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Weekly Writing Challenge: 1000 Words | Play with Me

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Photo by Michelle Weber

Hi! My name is Abby. Today, My mom granted me a long-awaited permission to go to the playground in our community park. I’ve been bugging her since spring came. I never felt this excited before! I’m so, so happy!

I’ve been there before~there are lots of happy kids that play with each other~most of them are with their parents (and pets). I can still remember that joyous moment when I hear children of my age or older shouting and dancing, even singing in unison with the rustling wind through the greener leaves and grass. The playground, as far as I can remember, is very colorful, there are these slides and swings and monkey bars that’s swarming with children whose smiles and laughter were unmistakably priceless.

When I saw those kids, I thought Mom was wrong. She said that all people has problems so my condition is not as far from normal. We went to the doctors lately and they said it was Lokami? Luki…ma…Leukemia! That’s the word. I don’t really know what that is but I guess it’s not that serious after all. Mom said going outside is a little bit bad for every kid so I guess its not about my sickness that she seldom let me outside the apartment. But this time she did! though she can’t come with me (the playground is just a block away anyways), I’m still very happy.

I wore my favorite shirt and my Hello Kitty pants. I put on my old shoes and tied my hair. I knew Mom’s a bit worried when I ran to kiss her goodbye but she said ‘take good care’ anyways.         

But at the park, no one wanted to play with me. Why? I don’t really know. Who wants to play with me?

Weekly Writing Challenge: 1000 Words

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Weekly Challenge: Fit to Write|Pen, Paper and Wellness

Health. What does true health really mean? The condition of being sound in mind, body or spirit~that is, one definition; but to some of us, health may be something more than just good physical and mental condition. Good health may mean as different to an asthma battler and a cancer survivor, an introverted child and an unashamed expressionist, and ; to paint~slingers, shutterbugs and wordsmiths.

My health is writing.

We have different reasons why we write. As for me, writing is a drug, an outlet, an addiction that keeps me sane and fresh~socially, emotionally and spiritually. This is the way I express my inner self, my soul, my heart. It is in this art of words and letters that I know my self more, and have the chance to improve, cultivate and correct my self to a better person. As a song to a singer, so as writing to me. I couldn’t be who I am today if not for those short~scribblings; the sporadic ignition of the light bulb at the side of my head.

A healthy outside starts from the inside. ~Robert Urich

Aside of this blog, SOARLIKEEAGLE, I have this little, red journal where I keep record of experiences, ideas, breakthroughs and emotions: whether it be anger and depression, joy and excitement, amazement, drive and inspiration. This scarlet eavesdropper has helped me a lot even in its earliest months.

Writing also opens my eyes to diverse, colorful worlds, lets me clutch the existence of places unknown and embrace their fullness. I am able to fly and course through the vast universe of imagination and creativity, those kingdoms of princes and princesses, the extremities of the human capabilities and the insurmountable depths of its genius.

Lastly, In my darkest moments of the valleys, I find myself heard and comforted by the Inescapable One; the One who hears ~ when I write my blues and distress, my heartbreaks and tribulation.

(c) SOARLIKEEAGLE, 2013

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