Motion 2: Royal Tyrrell Dinosaur Museum, Drumheller, Alberta

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is MOTION:

Some situations lend themselves to “action” photography: sports, dance, the wind gusting through trees on a stormy evening, but anything that can move is a candidate for these types of shots.

Today, her cousins took her to the Royal Tyrrell Dinosaur Museum in Drumheller, a fascinating museum.

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Soft-shell “Pancake” Turtle at The Royal Tyrrell Dinosaur Museum. This was a live specimen, not a fossil, and it moved pretty fast across its tank. Self tried at least 10 pictures before she gave up trying to get a clear shot.

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Excuse the blur. Self resolutely refuses to use flash.

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Motion: Buses, Planes, and Taxis

Capturing motion is a beautiful way to convey a story in a paragraph, sometimes even more so than a photo of the same subject in a stationary pose. — Jen H. for this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge

Without further ado:

Crossing a Bridge Into Manhattan On the Bolt Bus From New Hampshire

Crossing a Bridge Into Manhattan On the Bolt Bus From New Hampshire: March 2015

Flying into Chicago, October 2014

Flying into Chicago, October 2014

Downtown Chicago, October 2014

Taxi Ride: Downtown Chicago, October 2014

Quoting from the Authors Guild Bulletin, Spring 2015

Oh the sheer joy of being surrounded by writers and an auditorium’s worth of books at the AWP Book Fair in Minneapolis.

One of the tables she visited today was the Authors Guild. Self is contemplating becoming a member.

She’s currently reading a copy of their latest Bulletin, which features an interview with Mary Rosenberger, Authors Guild’s new Executive Director.

Here’s her take on copyright and the digital world:

  • With new technologies, the means by which books are disseminated and read may change over time, and publishers may come and go, but you can’t have books without authors.
  • People like to read and, even with all the competing media, they will continue to read . . . Regardless of format . . . the need for professional writers isn’t going to disappear.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Afloat 2: Swans and Other Waterfowl, Ireland 2014

Still in Minneapolis! The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day. Here’s my second set of posts on the WordPress Photo Challenge this week, AFLOAT.

Self was in Ireland in May and June 2014. Until that time, her knowledge of swans was entirely derived from the fairy tales she read as a child. But in Ireland, swans were everywhere, even in Dublin. The first picture was taken when self was on the road to the Tyrone Guthrie Centre. That day (in May) was blustery and cold. A single swan powered itself across a choppy lake. And did it amazingly fast.

The next two pictures were taken in St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin.

A Swan Powers Across an Irish Lake, Seen on the Way to Annaghmakerrig

A Swan Powers Across an Irish Lake, Seen on the Way to Annaghmakerrig

St. Stephen's Green, Dublin

St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin

More of St. Stephen's Green

More of St. Stephen’s Green

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Bolaño Again, Still Page 251 (Apparently Stuck on This Page FOREVER)

A few sentences prior, the protagonist had discovered that he still remembered how to make pork chops (What is it with writers and cooking? Self was similarly moved by Murakami’s protagonist cooking spaghetti in The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)

I learned to combine cooking with history. I learned to combine cooking with the thankfulness and confusion I felt at the kindness of so many people, from my late sister to countless others. And let me explain something. When I say confusion, I also mean awe. In other words, the sense of wonderment at a marvelous thing, like the lilies that bloom and die in a single day, or azaleas, or forget-me-nots. But I also realized this wasn’t enough. I couldn’t live forever on my recipes for ribs, my famous recipes. Ribs were not the answer. You have to change. You have to turn yourself around and change.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Roberto Bolaño, 2666, p. 251

And my life went on, with the same uncertainties and the same feeling of impermanence. The one day I realized there was one thing I hadn’t forgotten. I hadn’t forgotten how to cook. I hadn’t forgotten my pork chops. With the help of my sister, who was one of God’s angels and who loved to talk about food, I started writing down all the recipes I remembered, my mother’s recipes, the ones I’d made in prison, the ones I’d made on Saturdays at home on the roof of my sister, though she didn’t care for meat. And when I’d finished the book I went to New York and took it to some publishers and one of them was interested and you all know the rest. The book put me back in the public eye.

Ephemera: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

In honor of the WordPress Daily Post Photo Challenge this week — EPHEMERA — self is posting more pictures of snow. Because snow is the embodiment of the ephemeral.

Central Park, New York City: Snow Day, March 2015

Central Park, New York City: Snow Day, March 2015

New York City: 2nd Day of Spring, March 2015

New York City: 2nd Day of Spring, March 2015

Park Avenue, New York City: Late March 2015

Park Avenue, New York City: Late March 2015

A Scene From the Latest Chapter of Self’s Hunger Games Fan Fiction

Writing this in New Hampshire. Snow drifts pile high outside. Nashua has no beauty salon, although there is a Supercuts. And one art gallery.

Last night, self attended a reception for the Symphony New Hampshire, which is premiering The Marife Suite. Found out it will be taped. Portions from the dress rehearsal may be uploaded to the Hampshire Symphony website.

Drew invited self to attend the dress rehearsal. But, thinking of her on-line students, she begged out of it (Waking up this morning, however, she greatly regrets that decision)

She opens her fan fiction, and writes:

Finnick is terribly confused. He only prays they don’t lay a hand on Annie. Is she already here? He fears the worst. She might survive, for a time. But they might do things to her — her brain. He’s seen those women wandering around Snow’s room’s as if lost in thought, barely able to remember their own names.

Please, he thinks. Please don’t turn Annie into one of those.

Could he strike a bargain with these people? He’ll do anything to save Annie. He should have known the rebellion wouldn’t work. He’d lost sight of his own greatest weakness.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Local Nomad

Local Nomad took self’s Biblical Revisionist Story “The Ark.”

YAY YAY YAY YAY!

The editor called it “lovely and disturbing.”

Here are their submission guidelines.

Stay tuned.

 

Orange You Glad It’s Photo Challenge Time?

This week, share a group of photos where orange is either the dominant color, or provides a bold highlight. — WordPress The Daily Post Photo Challenge

Self decided to go with the Orange as Highlight. Without further ado:

Gallery-Hopping, First Friday, Fort Bragg

Gallery-Hopping, First Friday, Fort Bragg

A Fort Bragg Gallery Dedicated to the Graffiti Art of one man, who goes by "Bones"

A Fort Bragg Gallery Dedicated to the Graffiti Art of one man, who goes by “Bones”

The artist’s full name is Bones Graffix. His number is painted on the window facing the street:

Graffiti Art in Downtown Fort Bragg, Last Night

Graffiti Art in Downtown Fort Bragg, Last Night

There are sufficient splashes of orange in the above pictures to conform to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge: ORANGE. Wouldn’t you agree, dear blog readers?

Further from The Daily Post Photo Challenge Prompt:

“What’s not to love about orange? It’s vibrant. It’s cheerful. It makes a statement.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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