When My Blog Died

adamjasonp:

It’s not just your blog that may have been dipping in stats, it’s across the board. I know I’ve had less interest in blogging in general, trying to make more productive use of my time— er, different use of my time. But seasonal changes aside (Summer sun), remember to stay engaged…maybe not every minute or hour, but…showing up is important.

Vitals over necessities, YES… gotta have & find purpose, awareness— a.k.a., live; otherwise, you’re just existing. …On that note, it should perfectly okay to be away from the blog sometimes, since actual living and breathing come first. Not everything written goes up, am I right? :)

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Originally posted on A Holistic Journey:

EKGgreenI want to file an official complaint as a subscriber to the Holistic Wayfarer for going MIA on us. (Completely forgetting she’s been out week after week with his son while keeping the lessons going.) You need to blog again, be reminded there are good people all over the world. They want to hear from you. When you don’t blog for a while, you crawl into yourself and scowl about the people who are !@#!. You become deeper, happier, and look out when you engage your readers. You should take a few days off school, give T a break, and just BLOG.

~ Mr. Wayfarer last night

Tenny_studio2015C(Gasp. A break?? The boy has his Sabbath.)

Where I’ve been is a good question. The kitchen, trying to keep up with You-Know-Who’s sumo appetite. Foodie is growing before my eyes. We’ve been at the annual appointments I saved for the summer (photo…

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Bottled Up

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Hosted by Rochelle of Addicted to Purple, people from all over the globe try at writing a three-part short story for a picture by week’s end. Short, that it’s also a goal to make it no more than one hundred words. This week’s image is from G.L. MacMillan.

Here’s my entry.

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Photo Copyright © G.L. MacMillan.

We never knew Mr. Timberland had a collection of antique bottles.  I mean, antiques— yes, but bottles from another world?

“I wonder how some of these’d act on the range,” Sam said.

I scoffed.  “We are not shooting any of these!”

Mr. Timerland looked at us.

“I know,” Sam responded.  “…But still.”

Amid my astonishment of Sam’s eagerness to destroy things, one particular bottle caught my eye— purple, with unreadable markings.

“Maybe if you rubbed it, a genie would appear.”

“Shut up.”  But I was easily curious.  I rubbed it.  It popped open.

What happened next scarred me for life…


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Mid-Summer Photos

Well, yesterday was yesterday, and last month was last month (and plenty of photos to share, there).  Within the house, conditions aren’t normal… but outside—

[holey plant]…I spoke to soon.  The insects really decimated this plant!

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Ignore the rust on the door…
Not sure if this red bug is one of the culprits.  It kept trying to hide itself from me by turning to the backside of the leaf.  But I got two good photos of it on top.  There were green bugs, and plenty of flies…

IMG_20150725_185047_870Fungus could to blame for this damage.

IMG_20150710_171922_601Now this is just weird.  It’s as if mother nature drew doodles on it.  I found this kind of pattern on three leaves.

[water droplets on leaf]A few thunderstorms rolled by recently, and some more rain this morning.  The resolution on the camera is good enough to capture the little “hairs” on the leaves.

[long-legs spider]The “daddy long-legs” spiders really know how to get their way around.  This one walked all over the plant.

[moth]The moths get really fat during the Summer.  This is actually one of the smaller ones.

rye-maybeSome…rye-like…plant.  Maybe it’s one of the ordinaries in a less observed stage.  I’m probably wrong.  The image is a still from a video, if I recall correctly, as I couldn’t get proper focus non-video-wise.

[exit sign]Well, that’s as far as the mid-Summer photos go, but we’re far from done.  I snapped a load of pics in late-June on a trip to the library, and another few with a theme.  Some brilliant flowers…

As far as color correction goes with the camera, a color rotation of +2R/-1G/+4B seems to be the winning combination, with a brightness/contrast adjustment of -8% to deal with overflow, and a gamma adjustment around 1.7/1.8.  These values or whereabouts were used for most of the high def. images in this post.  It’s just faster knowing what’s right, so I can stop OCD-tinkering in processing…

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Right outside the Wishcamper Center building…
That in no way looks artificial.

For the Love of… coffee

Welcome to yet more Friday Fiction!  Hosted by Rochelle of Addicted to Purple, people from all over the world try at writing a three-part short story for a picture prompt by week’s end.  And also make it no more than a hundred words total.  This week’s image is from Dee, over at 40again’s Blog.

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Okay.  Let me formally apologize for not being here much at this point, save the Fictioneers writes.  But I’ve still got stuff in store, processing photos for more exposure of Summer… rather large images given my decreasing intolerance for JPEG loss.  But until I get all that up, here’s Bill and Ed’s ordinary adventure… Enjoy.

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“Why do we exist?” Bill asked boldly, as he stood in the cold, hands in his pockets.

Edward, sitting, chuckled.

But Bill wasn’t joking.  “Seriously.  I mean, I get the history of survival, and all, but… with all the things we do?  All these millennia, tempting fate, with war and famine?”

Ed wondered where Bill was going.

“We can be the most unproductive species, and yet…”  Bill stared off into space.

“Bill, what does asking you if you wanted coffee have to do with the existence of humanity?”

Bill pointed back.  “Exactly.  Coffee.”

Five years later, they lived on coffee.


According to a recent study conducted by Nutrition and Dietetics at Harokopio University in Athens, the anti-oxidant and anti-inflammatory effects of habitual coffee drinking may lower your risk of type-2 diabetes by 54%.

This has nothing to do with what I wrote given I heard of the study hours after I finished… but there you go.

Dijon, in Shades

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers!  Hosted by the one and only Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, people from all over the world try at writing a three-part short story for a picture prompt by week’s end.  A rather short story— no more than a hundred words.  This week’s image is from Sandra, over at castelsarrasin.

I quickly noticed the pattern on the roof in the distance.  Unusual… for America.  And… I couldn’t think of a story to fit that in.  So, there’s this…

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Photo Copyright © Sandra Crook

I can’t explain it.

All morning operated like the normal, hot day it was: the bicyclists were out; the marketplace hummed.  I figured I was the only Westerner walking the streets like a character out of a bad movie.  I underestimated the travel costs.

Then it happened.  People began to disappear around the corner.  I walked faster.  Suddenly, fear and panic hit me.  Stone colors alternated underneath me as I ran.  I reached the intersection.  Empty, silent.  Then something… someone touched my collar.  Panting, survival skills kicked in.  I spun around.  No one.

“Monsieur?”

I blinked.  Everything was normal again.


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Holding On

Welcome to another installment of Friday Fiction… on a Saturday.  Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, people from all over the world, individually, try at writing a three-part short story for a picture prompt by week’s end.  A seriously short story—no more than a hundred words.  This week’s photo is from Stephen Baum.

I just love this week’s prompt photo— a tunnel!  It leaves so many things to the imagination.  So many ideas, a few obvious metaphors…

The thing is: I’m hopeless.  I went one way, and ran out of time.  Enjoy.

100 words


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Photo Copyright © Stephen Baum

Ray hung up.  Sigh.  “There’s no light at the end of the tunnel.”  He looked at his drink.

“What?” said Jill.

“Nothing.”

‘Nothing’?  “You know, I get that it’s hard losing a close friend.  It can feel like the world’s falling apart.”

“No, it…”

“—But I don’t get this.  Are you honestly going to sit there, and brood like there’s no tomorrow? …There is light at the end.”  She grabbed his hand.

Ray chuckled.  “Jill, I was talking about an actual tunnel.”

“…Oh.”  But with her grip, he knew.

Thick, thin, they never stopped holding hands, especially toward the end.


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Summer Photos

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A few weeks into Summer, here, in North America; temperatures have entered the 80s (Fahrenheit) in Maine, and over 100 toward the West coast—even the North, enough to make it hard to imagine there being any snow in Fargo right now…

The season didn’t kick off very warm, though.  It rained June 22.
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