HERE ARE MINE:
HERE ARE MINE:
This week Cee has challenged us FROM THE SHADOWS. My attempts are below, but to see how Cee’s other contributors have answered this murky challenge click the underlined link.
This week Cee has offered us an opportunity to OPEN WIDE THE CREATIVE WELLS.
You can click that link to see how others chose to interpret Cee’s challenge this week. I went with the idea of OPEN:
This week Cee has asked us to show Black & White Images of HOUSES.
In my church we often say, “The miracle is in the house.” Which means “All you need God has provided in the place you find yourself.”
No matter what your house may look like there is a world of wonder inside it from which come the bits of who you are and what you need to become.
Cee has asked us this week to show OUR SIDEWAYS PHOTOS…OUR PROFILES.
Check it all out by clicking the underlined link above.
Here are my attempts at it:
This week Cee has asked us to REINVENT THE WHEEL WITH OUR BLACK & WHITE PORTRAITS.
You can see every reinvention by clicking the underlined link above. Here are mine:
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. And some are loaves and some so nearly balls We have to use a spell to make them balance: ‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!' We wear our fingers rough with handling them. Oh, just another kind of outdoor game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.' Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: 'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I’d ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense. Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That wants it down.' I could say ‘Elves’ to him, But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather He said it for himself. I see him there Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. He moves in darkness as it seems to me, Not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father’s saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.' When I saw Cee's Black & White Challenge FENCES & GATES this week "The Mending Wall" came immediately to mind.
This week Cee has challenged us to show our MURALS in Black & White.
This was one of the harder challenges I have faced. As it turns out I don’t have a lot of murals in my collection.
This is a mural I captured on the train station wall in Haarlem in The Netherlands.
This week Cee has asked us to SHOW SOME TENDER MOMENTS IN BLACK & WHITE.
Here are mine:
When you have finished here take a peek at other tender moments by clicking the underlined link at the top of the page.
This week Cee has asked for our Black & White Shots Of Things Under Construction
Here is my attempt.