We were walking, you and I
down a sidewalk, back and forth
You weren’t speaking, no surprise
looking distant towards the North
and counting steps
But I knew you’d have to leave
of much, would I complain
From my memory I’ll retrieve
the treasures, the plights, the pain
So on you went, up North
I’ll walk alone, for now, just me
While I go back and forth
waiting for another visit in my dreams.
Fifty-two Sundays. I’ve counted Fifty-two days of vivid depression. The filling three-hundred and thirteen days intermixed of nightmarish terrors, shaking anger, tear drenched pillows and mind numbing regret.
It was that Sunday I was happy, not knowing it was that Sunday that he left.
This was entered in a little contest hosted by Half-Price Books blog, in which I did not win. Anyhow, it’s national humor month and poetry month, which is why they wanted a humorous poem. The only thing we had to to was to make sure the word bump was used, and so here it is!
I’ve done it! It’s finished!
It’s all gone as planned!
I’ve built this fine bookcase
with my own two hands!
With mounds of tape
and cardboard and foam
I now have a place
for my books to call home
With books organized
They’re standing with pride
I stand back and smile
and admire all sides
But as I turn to leave
my shoulder, it bumps!
The case twists and turns
then falls to a hump!
“My babies!” I cry,
as they go in a heap
but I suppose that’s what I get
for being so cheap.
I consider the library so much more than just a destination, it’s an experience and a portal. It has opened up worlds upon worlds of excitement that would have otherwise gone unknown to me. With books, audio books, video games, dvds, cds, and other paraphernalia, it is a cornucopia of information. My library has inspired me to start book blogs, including this one, and has inspired me to write more so as maybe someday I can open my world to others as well. I have sleuthed with Agatha Christie, and have taken trips through George R.R. Martin’s mind; I’ve trekked through the Shire and crossed through the Phantom Tollbooth; I’ve found that the Sun Also Rises and have learned the Importance of Being Earnest! Yes, my library has opened the doors of fascinating places, and will continue to do so for as long as there are stories to share.
It’s National Library Week!
Spread some love to your local library!
The first way would bring out the clearest photograph and that is by using your camera’s Auto Exposure Bracketing (AEB) mode. On your camera go to the menu and set the AEB mode to -2/ +2 stops. While you are photographing the subject of your HDR photo (make sure to use a tripod) you take three photos of it; one at normal exposure (0), one with less exposure (-2) and another that is more exposed (+2). Be sure that these files are being saved in RAW format for best results. After you’ve photographed your subject, turning it into a HDR image using photoshop is pretty easy. In photoshop, go to File –> Automate –> Merge to HDR, pick the three photos you took and click ok. When the window finally comes up you may edit it to your pleasing, save and you’re done!
The other way of doing HDR is on a single image, that maybe you already shot. Under a photo editing program, such as photoshop, open the file you wish to change. Save that image as a RAW or TIFF file. Then change the exposure settings (Image —> Adjust –> exposure on photoshop) to -2, save that file under a different name, and then with the original folder (or do STEP BACKWARD) adjust the photo to +2, and save that with a different name. Using the aforementioned editing method, in Adobe Photoshop, go to File –> Automate –> Merge to HDR, pick the three photos you just saved, click OK and edit further to your pleasing.
Personally, I have yet to take my three photos on the field and try the first method, but I have tried the second method, and below are a few that came out sort of Okay. Practice makes perfect!
If you need any other help or further instructions you can go to VanillaDays tutorial for help. There are also a lot of books on HDR on amazon.com or your local bookstore.
all throughout the hours
Life erupts as the animals all flirt
and the snakes turn men into cowards.
The sweat, the rain, it has all fallen
and, well, there is that nice breeze
But that irritating, pesky pollen
brings a constant sneeze.
The flies and hornets have come to play
Those gnats that go straight for the eyes
I hate that I wished Winter away
and for that, I apologize.
(photo is my property)
“Hodor!” said Hodor as he Hodored to the city. As he walked he could see that he hovered over everyone else there like a giant.
“Hodor, Hodor!” he had accidently stumbled into a brothel he assumed was an inn.
Staring eyes turn from shock to hilarity as they started shouting insults at the sight.
Turning fast to leave, Hodor knocked a table over, and slammed knee first into the filth ridden floor. Laughter insued.
“Hoooooodor-or-or-or” He cried, eyes misting and fists clenching.
“Oi boy come ‘er! Let me give you a hand.” A woman whispered as she tried to lift the giant. “yeh, that’a boy, I’ll dry those tears for ya lad. Yeh, I’ll make you feel better there, real nice. Come on over here, lad.” She motioned towards the stairs.
Hodor jumped up, made for the exit and pointed his finger, “HO-!” Hodor cried out in alarmed disapproval
“-dor” he whispered as he left.