Wild Weekly Photo Challenge: Sunrise!

The foggy anticipation…

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whether from our own front yards…

Sunrise over Glorious Appalachian Foothills

Sunrise over Glorious Appalachian Foothills

or stretching to the other side of the world – 

Morning Heat Rise

Morning Heat Rise in South Sudan

sunrise greets us all with the promise of new possibilities.

Embrace your own sunrise potential today.

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I’m participating in the onlineadventure travel and photography magazine LetsBeWild.com’s Wild Weekly Photo Challenge for bloggers. This week’s Challenge is: Sunrise, so get up early this week and take some shots of the sky!

NOW!

NOW! denotes the excitement of building anticipation when people are living “in the moment.”

Spectators sit on the edge of their seats, sensing something incredible might surely take place before their very eyes.

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Athletes’ adrenaline pumps, as just the right muscles tense to perform some fantastic feat.

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Teenagers tense and giggle as they walk out, dressed for their first formal dance.

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And photographers’ fingers twitch, wondering if the shutter speed-to-brain synapse ratio is set to capture the exact desired effect.

That finger twitching thing happened to me this morning, possibly because it was a windy, well below freezing day, while I was standing where the sun had not yet risen. There I was, looking up, counting heron nests – fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…peering through my lens. (This would be a good time for me to tell you that I’m an amateur of amateurs when it comes to photography – with a new camera, to boot.) My finger’s on the trigger (that’s what you call that thing, right?)…when, suddenly, one of the great herons opens its wings and sets itself for flight. My brain rejoices as my finger pushes down! In this moment…NOW!…I am about to have “the mother of all herons leaving their nests” shots!

But wait…nothing happens. I have one more chance before take-off. Nope. Nada. Sigh. I open my digital screen to read on the display: “SD card not inserted, you idiot!”

I trudge back to my illegally parked car, thaw my fingers so I can put in the spare SD card I thought to get over Christmas break (since my original one is in the laptop at home, of course), and shiver all the way back, noticing the sun cresting and wishing it was coming my direction.

Rather than my “mother of all herons” shot, this is all I was able to come up with (before the frostbite on my ankles set in – yes, I was well-prepared in clothing too, goose bumps popping out from my work-out clothes).

I present this to you as my most current photo – and I am uploading it…NOW!

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Wishes for a warm day, -jody

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I’m participating in the online adventure travel and photography magazine LetsBeWild.com’s Wild Weekly Photo Challenge for bloggers. This week’s Challenge is: Now!

And here are some other pics I took this week too: 

WOOD ya’ wanna’ see my Roots? The A-Bridged version

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And I’ll also throw this one in for the daily post prompt, since after I located the photos I was after & got them ready for upload, I realized I had 7 minutes to get my thoughts written & my post published before I had to leave for my next appointment. (Okay, it ended up taking me the full 10. I made up for the extra 3 on the road – Eek!)

Daily Prompt: Ready, Set Go

by michelle w. on January 24, 2013

Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish. 

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Anticipation

This week’s Trifecta writing challenge is on the word Anticipation, with its 3rd definition being

3.a. “visualization of a future event or state” or
3.b. “an object or form that anticipates a later type.”

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For this challenge, I’m entering an abridged excerpt from a novel I’m visualizing, Rolling River, currently in its infancy and whose completion brings me great anticipation. This challenge requires the use of the word (anticipation) within the submission by its selected definition — and the entry must be between 33 and 333 words. (My word count is 333 – one of my favorite numbers.) 🙂

I think you’ll find Cody, our narrator, struggling with both memories full of wonderful moments of anticipation, as well as the dread of what he must anticipate for the remaining segments of his life ahead.

My feet continued moving forward, out of habit I guess, since my brain couldn’t have been instructing my body to go in that direction. It was still in denial. How could it fathom that I’d never see her again? She was so much a part of me, wholly ingrained inside of me. Without her, what was life anyway?

There was an ill-formed line, zig-zagging towards her; so I got in it, much like we used to line up in the commons room together, waiting our turns to snag some grub after a tiresome day or two of guiding on the river. Only my mouth didn’t water in anticipation this time. Instead, it was dry and the taste was acrid. I had to step back a couple of times to delay the inevitable. It seemed to me to be the right strategy. After all, I didn’t want anyone coming up behind me and rushing me away. This would be our last time together – my final chance to spend a fleeting moment with her, looking at the shell of beauty she’d left behind.

 Finally, the crowd meandered away, and I understood my moment was now or never. I tentatively approached, placing both of my hands on the sides of where she was laid. Her hair wasn’t quite right; it should’ve been braided. The color had faded from her cheeks. I understood I wasn’t going to get to see the bright shimmer that always sparked her eyes like flames dancing in a campfire whenever she gazed upon me. But it was still her – my Jilli – the most awesome girl I’d ever loved or even known. I reached down and covered her crossed hands with my own. They weren’t warm, but that didn’t bother me. I reminded myself of how cold they’d been whenever she climbed out of that river or anytime she’d let me take her hand on a crisp early summer night. Or whenever the air conditioner was running in our hotel room.

© jody love
At the Casket

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I’m taking on the Trifecta Writing Challenge this week on ANTICIPATION.

And I’d also love to be able to anticipate some of your reader feedback on this…

    🙂  In grateful anticipation, -jody