“A large pine tree backlit by a cloud that is glowing from the light of the setting sun. The pine tree is a mass conical-shaped clumps of darkness that angle upwards from the unseen trunk in the middle of the tree. The edges of the tree shows more details, each branch ends in a splaying of fingers of pine needles. The cloud does not show the color in the photo as vividly as it was, it was a glowing orange color that was strong enough to show the spaces between the branches of the tree that stood between the camera and the sky.”
—TToT regular Clark of
The Wakefield Doctrine
I return from a busy time and thoughts swirling. I began this week’s post with that caption of a photo. (To see the photo, must go to the link I provide just above.)
There are a lot of photos I could now share, and I will, of my adventures in the last few weeks. I just thought, as I saw many photos and this includes Clarks’, that I have only descriptions (as vague or elaborately detailed as someone else chooses) to give.
For now, I needed a break from trying to imagine what my eyes can’t see and am going back to a totally wordy TToT post. Instead, I challenge you to read the photo descriptions of Clarks’ that I include here, as a thankful, and try to allow his words and mine to conjure up images, without necessarily relying on the visual.
Ten Things of Thankful
I am thankful for a writer like Clark deciding to explain the photos he includes.
“Looking Homeward from the woods. The light and shadows cover the lower half of the photo and, together point towards the house. The ground is brown with shadows and light that do nothing to make it less brown looking. Even though the house itself is mostly brown (with dark vertical rectangles, outlined in white that show the windows along the top half) the background above the house shows blue, even though the green pine trees rise through the top of the picture, telephone pole straight, with drooping green arms of branches. The house looks farther away than it is.”
Well done once more Clark. Bravo!
Writers are, or should be, great at describing a visual image. It seems like an excellent writing exercise to me. I appreciate it when it is done, though it can’t completely ever make up for the inability to see with one’s own eyes. I only allow myself to feel the pity of that situation in my own life for short bursts and then I return to thankfuls such as these.
I’m thankful for such excellent writing advice.
With a little summer happiness.
Carrie Snyder says: My current philosophy (and by current, I mean, as of yesterday afternoon), can be summed up thusly: just finish it, including all of your bad (wild, implausible) ideas, and see what happens. As I counselled a student yesterday in my office: the perfect story you’re holding in your head has to get out of your head in order for others to read and experience it—and in order for that to happen, you have to accept that your perfect story will be wrecked in the process, at least to some degree. You can’t take that perfect story out of your head and place it on the page intact. No one can. But there isn’t another way to be a writer. Let your perfect imaginary story become an imperfect real story.
I’m thankful for the opportunity and a first successful conversation with someone from a leading awareness organization of blindness and its issues.
I hope to start writing articles for them very soon.
I’m thankful for a successful first real try at yoga.
I am doing it with my bed as a yoga mat and my teacher a voice through my laptop, for now anyway.
I will buy the mat soon as I decide I will stick with it and I found a teacher who lives in Montreal, so not all that close by. She instructs me over Skype and it works.
My favourite part was at the end when she instructs to just stay lying there, still, for however long it takes to get back up and into the real world again.
So peaceful. I heard a basketball bouncing, off somewhere out my window, but I focused on the light on my ceiling and allowed no intrusive thoughts to interrupt the peace.
I’m thankful I got my entry in on time for the Writing Diversity contest, for a book festival that takes place on Toronto’s waterfront every September.
I left it to the deadline, not good, but it’s done.
I began the month of April submitting one short story to Alice Munro’s contest and ended the month of June with this one.
Each time I feel my story is actually good enough to have a chance, so maybe my confidence as a writer is growing, at least.
It would be cool to get to read this latest story on stage in Toronto if I did win.
I’m thankful a new episode of Ketchup On Pancakes is complete.
Raise a glass or a fist with us to progress and the passing of the years. A lot can happen in twenty of them.
January/February to June/July and Ketchup On Pancakes is back on the podcast scene.
Episode 5 – 2017: “Get Up and Get Going) (Year of the Roooooster) – Ketchup On Pancakes
Are you into astrology? I admit, I am skeptical, but it seems as possible as anything, and highly philosophical, which I like.
This is the year to get up and get going toward something. The time is now. This moment is everything. We are making this year count.
Brian’s laugh is infectious throughout. Both of us aren’t afraid to make fools of ourselves to lighten the mood. In this first new episode of the year (already halfway through), I follow a rooster’s example and Brian shows off his recently graduated audio skill set. We discuss travel, family, achievement, and feelings of self doubt that makes any adventure such a worthwhile challenge, using our trademark sense of humour to keep things real.
Give us a like.
I’m thankful for “The Elsewhere Region,” also known as the local library’s writing group I attend – for many starts to possible stories.
Without this group, I wouldn’t have a started story twice a month or so to possibly shape into an entry, like those I’ve been submitting lately.
I began going to this group to work on more fiction. Otherwise, I lean toward more nonfiction and memoir. That is great too, but this balances out the all too real.
I start a story, never knowing where it might lead. I have many I started and haven’t gone back to, but sometimes, an idea catches on and leads to more.
I am thankful for messy conversations being had.
Inside Messy Conversations About Race – NPR
My friend Kerra did an excellent job being interviewed about the project she has teamed up to tackle. It’s an important conversation to have and to continue having, no matter how uncomfortable it is.
I’m thankful for the chance to consider what my country is all about on Canada Day, 150 and every day.
Part of it was what I felt on my Yukon trip last month. Part of it was the discomfort I experienced as Canada Day 150 approached. It was a lot of things all mixed together.
I don’t wish to revere the man who started Canada, 150 years ago. I don’t wish to say Canada is all a lie. I just wanted to be real about how we all got here.
I do feel lucky to live here. I do.
All the careless playing with fireworks people seem to do. All the celebrating and revelry of one day, as people love a party. I just wanted to get past the one day, to remember all the others. I don’t get why Toronto had a giant yellow rubber duck for the occasion. I don’t pretend to understand it all. I just want to focus on what is good about this land. I don’t know where the future will lead. I only know right now.
Shamaya – Susan Aglukark
I’m thankful for Canadian music, artists, and the history of a country like that from which I live and learn from.