Basket of Tricks

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art, Business, Charcoal, Gift Wrap, Industrial Goods and Services, Pencil, Shopping, X-Acto

This is a photo-shopped photo of a basket I have full of what used to be useful items to me for expressing myself. It’s filled with all kinds of glue and X-acto blades, buckets full of charcoal pencils and scissors, tape, sand paper for the woodworking projects, staples and staplers, little drill bits, ribbons…

All of which I haven’t touched in ages, well, except for the tape. I use that every time I have to wrap a gift. But as far as the other stuff is concerned, most of it has been replaced by programs on the computer.

I’m a little sad about that. I miss working with my hands and feeling the glue as it dries and then peels from the cracks in my hands; unless we’re talking about the oozing hot lava that drips from the angry glue gun and leaves blisters the size of quarters  on finger tips the size of dimes. That was never fun.

But then again…I love experimenting with the programs and apps that allow you to take a quick snap of anything and turn it into a work of art (even if it is in your own mind).

My favorite has got to be Power Point. That program is so versatile. I’m always discovering new things about it, whether from an online tutorial or just by hitting something new on the ribbon. A lot of the time, I’ll have labored over something I’m working on for hours and after being so proud of myself, I’ll discover online a much easier way of doing it.

The point is, I discover and sometimes even find a new use for it.

I do so miss the smell of my charcoal pencils and the sound they make as their points drag along the heavy-grade paper, I miss the smell of the wood and the sound of the scroll saw blade and how my hands felt numb afterwards…but the new stuff is a lot of fun too.

What about you?

Do you find reasons other than work related to use the different programs available to you?

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Thinking Out Loud: Don Quixote

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Book, Business, Don Quixote, Dulcinea, La Mancha, Miguel de Cervantes, Sancho Panza, United States

Was it that Don Quixote’s belief in his visions or fantasies were flawed or was it the right he gave others to control them?

Don Quixote` ~ BROOKGREEN Gardens Murrells Inlet, SC

Photo taken by Susan L Davis and For the Love of Images, 2013.

Surf and Silence

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Business, Cornwall, Jamaica, Performing Arts, Recreation, Shopping, Surf, United States

Officially the last week of summer and the last opportunity to enjoy its splendors.

Unofficially, people along the coast can reclaim deserted shores to savor the long stretches of silence ‘cept for the sound of feet on wood and sand.

Two very different sounds that go hand-in-hand to make the sweetest of summer sounds (and autumn, and winter, and spring).

Who doesn’t like the feel of weathered wood as it springs beneath your feet, knocking back a hollowed ring in answer.

The swooshing of the sand as it’s thrust behind, scattered in heaps behind you.

And finally the tumultuous tumbling of froth on wind, sea-salted scent picked up and carried to upper senses.

An experience from head to toe.

I hope everybody enjoys their week and the last rays of summer!

~SLD~

©Susan L Davis and For the Love of Images 

Additional artwork used from ®Microsoft clipart and may or may not have been altered using Microsoft ®Power Point

The unbreakable Egg (part I)

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Adhesive, Boiled egg, Bungee cord, Business, Chocolate bar, Easter, egg, Food and Related Products, Microsoft, School, Shoebox, Shopping, Twine

A Short Story

When I was a little girl, my friend and I entered this Easter contest they were having at a local school for the chance to win some prizes.

I didn’t know anything about the contest until the day before when she told me, and the conversation went a little like this…

“________ elementary has this contest tomorrow. All we need to do is put an egg in some kind of box and drop it from the roof of the school. If it doesn’t break you win a prize.”

My mind raced with a visual of this statement.

Even at the age of 8 I knew the likelihood of an egg remaining intact from a fall like that was, like, nil.

“Let me get this straight.” I said.

“We put an egg in a box and throw it like 2 stories to the ground, and if it doesn’t break, we get a prize?” I laughed out loud. “It’s gonna break every time.” I stopped laughing just long enough to say.

What was she thinking?

“Ah, come on. It’ll be fun!”

“Ok, I said.”

Maybe, just maybe, the egg wouldn’t break. It’s possible, isn’t it? I caught myself wondering.

Maybe some hidden force by way of a gentle breeze would cradle the box to a soft landing. But all I could see when I pictured it in my head was a broken egg in a box.

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