The Nature of a Place

The Write on Wednesday Spark - The nature of place
Think about a place in nature that feels special to you. Perhaps it is somewhere you visited as a child. Or maybe you share a special outdoor space with your own children. This place, this space will be your prompt for this week's writing exercise. Write about a particular natural geography, a natural place or space close to your heart. Tell us about the weather, the landform , the creatures who live there, what the place means to you and why. You can write prose fiction, poetry, non-fiction and/or a photographic narrative. You might mix the landscape with a personal story. Wherever the prompt take you...Let us peek into your place. 


This part of the piece was inspired by Savannah, Georgia. I went there a few weeks ago for my 23rd birthday. I was surrounded by glorious oak trees and was in awe of the entire area. Though this was inspired by a real place, I have imagined a few things and continue to write this story. It's a bit sci-fi ish....

*****Edited with a photo I took in Savannah, Georgia

The land that was stretched out before me was new. It had a smell of a fresh life, a new beginning, a rebirth to all things. Microscopic threads of grass patched me together in a lawn of quilts. The strands of lush green wrapped around me as if it was to release the toxic chemicals that were still etched in my body. At first, I felt melancholy, but I began to feel a sense of relief.

My weary eyes wondered through the home of the trees. I stayed in a moment of wonder and tranquility as I watched the sun pierce through the Spanish moss. I felt the tenderness of the sunlight embrace my face; kissing me as if I were a lover, a mistress of devotion. The trees were fiber optic, leaving me with a bit of blindness to the naked eye.

The light filled my sores of toxins. I felt alive for the first time. My veins filled my body with life and released elements of love to my thriving heart. There was something here for me. A rebirth to all things was appearing and I was chasing it through the strands of trees.

I looked beyond what was in front of me and there she was; the elegant creature that saved me from death.

My BSG Fan Video

I have been a fan of Battlestar Galatica the new series for awhile now. Though the show has been off for a few years, I discovered it last summer and became an addict!! I also make videos to favorite movies of mine and have been known to do television series. This is my 2nd attempt at Battlestar.

I chose to do a video that is based on the characters Laura Roslin and Bill Adama. These two experience something so blinding that not even the audience know how to describe it. Roslin is played by the amazing and talented Mary Mcdonnell; Adama is played by the awesome Eddie Olmos.
I wanted to capture the essence of these two characters and explore the depths of their struggles. The love and the respect they have on and off screen is something that is fragile and rare. :)

A Tree Filled With Stories

The Write on Wednesday spark: The stories a tree could tell.Take a look at the above photo (by Story). Use it to inspire your Write on Wednesday post. Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links in the list. Enjoy!  



The morning air was buoyant and crisp. It was enough to break the skin on my face. I bundled up with my white knitted scarf and made my way towards the shallow lands. There lay a bare tree, broken in half with decayed sticks meshing through the marsh. I had passed this tree many times while doing my morning walks on the beach. It was as if the tree had spoke to me in whispers of a long life. Today, its voice was a shrill echo.

I began to imagine this tree as if it were still standing. It was then I had a moment of realization that this would be my photography lesson for myself. This tree was more than an element of broken sticks; this tree was still thriving.

I rushed immediately into the beach house and rummaged through my boxes to get my camera. I strapped my camera to its string and wrapped it securely around my neck. I realized that I had not taken a decent photograph since I left New York. It was time to make a transformation.

Black and white photographs were always my favorite. They seemed to have more color to them than what they seemed. I decided to shoot this tree in black and white. I wanted to capture the fragile points of the tree and paint the roughness of the edges in an imaginary hue of light.

Road

A metaphoric poem based on a relationship that was once run down by too many cracks in the road, but was later fixed by new spark plugs! Ha!
I wrote this in ten minutes so it is hardly my best, but I have been working more on my fiction than poety. Thoughts and suggestions are always welcome! :)


There is a distance between our dream
Circling down a tunnel of blinding lights
Echoes of our devotion piercing the night
Speed bumps in the life of a road
Stretching further apart in yellow lines
We are parallel, narrow in this life
Puddles of emotion traces the tires of an endless circle
Water pellets form over our rim
Slicing into the felts of our sin
We sink into the pothole of darkness
Waiting for a new template to cover up
The crash that we created of our love
A light begins to surface at the end of the tunnel
We said a prayer to drive forward
Speeding, connecting our cord
To the quiet sparks that fly
Flaming inside with a new wire
We lit our aged world on fire

Five Sentence Fiction - Hunger

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week’s inspiration word is: HUNGER


I listened to the water dripping from the bathroom sink; fading with each flicker of my brain. It was in that moment that I felt famished, longing for a new adventure in my life. It had been three months since I picked up my camera .My desire of taking photographs finally came whispering back to me. I knew the story that I needed to tell was my own and it was going to be through nature, not just the shapes and colors of twisted roots, but a truth that was blooming within a certain tree.

Music Pick - Dido

Happy 2012 everyone! It feels great to be back. I am excited about this year, for this will be a beginning to all things! I thought I would start off the new year with my favorite tunes, for they do inspire me to write.

Dido is one of those singer/songwriters that you just adore no matter what the song is about. Her voice sends chills down my spine and her poetic lyrics fill the air with wonder. There are rumours that 2012 is her year, for she has been hard at work on her next album for the past two and a half years. I am excited to see what the year has in store for her as well as everyone! Cheers to 2012! :)