tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30505821859186662272024-03-12T23:59:16.582-03:00Through the Lens...thoughts on photographyphotoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-50449427614686690422011-09-23T06:27:00.000-03:002011-09-23T06:27:28.188-03:00Another Side to Photography?Now here's a way I hadn't thought of photography before (and I spend a lot of time thinking about photography!): I've been reading Kate Morton's <em>The House at Riverton</em> (Washington Square Press, 2006, p. 301) and came across this paragraph:<br />
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A poetic and insightful thought, it struck me when I read it. I found it profoundly sad to think of photos in this way. It was a new perspective for me, to imagine looking at future photos and wondering whether those moments were meant to be preserved. Wondering, if, in fact, that sadness would be found in the memories. I always have more a feeling of nostalgia when I look at old photos, a feeling that time moves too quickly. I feel, instead, that had these photos not been taken, perhaps some memories better remembered might be forgotten. <br />
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Isn't it a wonderful thing that we do not know our futures, our endings? <br />
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Life is beautiful, to be treasured and remembered. Photos should bring a smile as we recall happy moments, snapshots of our lives that stop time in a way only photos and words can.photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-11231589559376520682011-09-18T12:43:00.000-03:002011-09-18T12:43:47.215-03:00Every Room in the HouseIt had been awhile since I'd had even a minute to make some pictures. Last night, while the kids were playing, I took my camera into the bathroom. The intention was to take some shots of bubbles, but the one I ended up preferring was this:<br />
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The bathroom lights, reflected on the metal shower rings, create a pretty bokeh effect. The warmth of the incandescent lights also gives a cozy feeling to the photo. <br />
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Once again, I have "found" art in the house. It often happens like this, in the least expected places.photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-11162161963999747232011-09-09T06:10:00.000-03:002011-09-09T06:10:06.811-03:00It's that Time Issue Again...The unfortunate thing about the end of the summer is having much less time for my photography. I'm back to teaching full-time, and can barely keep my eyes open once I'm done work, kids' homework, supper, clean-up, and kids' bedtime - let alone pick up my sadly neglected camera. I will have to be sure to make time on a weekend here and there to get some shots of the soon-to-be-here fall colours.<br />
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I did sign up for the IODE Craft Fair, though. That's coming up on October 22nd, and I will have plenty to do to get ready for it. Making lots of Little Tips booklets to sell, and even working on translating them currently.<br />
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As the calendar fills up with meetings and activities, the dust thickens on my camera bag. Maybe I will have to pencil photography time into my agenda!photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-61306130594692397582011-09-06T06:30:00.000-03:002011-09-06T06:30:40.765-03:00Back to School/WorkFirst day of a new school year... Here's wishing all teachers have a fantastic year!<br />
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This is what I did for my classroom:<br />
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I went in yesterday when it was nice and quiet, and took macro photos around my classroom. I then created a SMARTBoard lesson, where I numbered the "mystery" photos. I'm going to have students guess what the pictures are of, and where the objects are located. This could be done throughout the school, as well. Makes for a great first days lesson and helps familiarize students with their new class/school. photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-60811938377118761682011-09-03T23:38:00.000-03:002011-09-03T23:38:22.730-03:00Now in 5 New Colours!I just added 5 new colours to the Little Tips booklets! From now on, anyone who orders can pick from favourites below, or even request a custom colour. Sometime in the next couple of months, I am also hoping to have them translated to French.<br />
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Thank you! :)photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-74723705272174749842011-07-29T21:05:00.000-03:002011-07-29T21:05:51.860-03:00Lost Without My IdeasI hadn't mentioned this before, but I had lost my "idea book". <br />
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It's basically a little scribbler that I carry with me so I can jot notes whenever an idea comes to me. I even have it sectioned off for my blog, photos, poems, and other thoughts. Not that I couldn't have created another, but when it disappeared, I felt as though the ideas had gone with it. Many of them I might have remembered at some point, but I worried that others would be gone forever. <br />
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Almost two months without it. The last time I remembered seeing it was in a hotel in Halifax; I couldn't remember leaving it there, but I couldn't remember <em>not</em> leaving it there, either. I pictured it having fallen behind the desk, to be found some day by the cleaning staff or a future guest. My thoughts exposed - imagine! Of course, those random ideas could hardly have been deciphered by anyone, let alone someone unknown to me. More likely, my half-poems and blog titles would have been tossed out with the leftover pizza.<br />
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Fast-forward to last night, when I was looking for paper in my "bills" basket to write good morning notes to my kids. There, in the midst of all that considerably un-inspirational paperwork, was my idea book.<br />
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Do you know how, when something good happens, you feel like calling someone to tell them about it? Well, that's how I felt - quite celebratory, in fact. I didn't, though - someone might have thought I was losing my mind when I told them I had found my thoughts!photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-26277734557536259172011-07-26T15:53:00.000-03:002011-07-26T15:53:41.412-03:00Even in Strawberry FieldsAny outing out of the ordinary calls for my camera.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Last week, I took the kids strawberry picking for the first time. Aside from bickering over water bottles (!!), they quite enjoyed themselves and happily filled containers with juicy red berries. Happily for me, the owners of Jim's U-Pick did not weed their fields: Along with hundreds of strawberry plants grew hundred more haphazard wildflowers. Petals painted the fields with their loveliness. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Saturday morning, we awoke to sun and warmth. For fun and food, we went clam digging with my parents. It was the first time for my kids, 6 and 8, to experience this Maritime activity. Although I don't care for them myself, it's a fun thing to do on a hot summer day, and I was anxious to watch my children catch their supper.<br />
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As soon as he knew what to do, my son was running all over the sand bars looking for the telltale holes in the sand. He plunged that shovel in enthusiastically, and ran his fingers through the muck looking for his catch. My daughter became the washer, rushing out to rinse the clams as they were found. Between us, we filled a bucket, and my son in particular looked forward to dipping steamed clams in the buttery juice for supper.<br />
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Ahead of the tide, we carried our tools and buckets back to shore. Along the way, we passed a pair of men who asked if the clams were good to eat. We replied that the beach had been full of clam diggers, so they must. Turns out, though, that these men had seen a sign saying it was prohibited to take them.<br />
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Upon return to the parking lot, we searched for the sign, having not noticed one. Sure enough, way at the end of the fence, one tiny red sign said just that. It turned out that there was a possibility of bacteria in the clams. Not wanting to take a chance, we freed our supper into the salty water.<br />
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My son, upon discovering that he was not having clams for supper, threw up his arms and shouted, "Why are they there if we can't have them?"<br />
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Good question!photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-71540910325978568392011-07-17T13:46:00.000-03:002011-07-17T13:46:40.814-03:00Sometimes, Things Don't Work Out So Well...I was so determined to get some beach shots again this year. <br />
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A few days ago, my husband, kids, and I headed to the local beach in the evening - a perfect time for photos. Or so I thought. When we arrived, the cool breeze that felt so nice in town turned out to be a cold wind at the beach. The sand was blowing (not good for cameras!) and the beach grass I had hoped to get close-ups of was whipping in the wind. <br />
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We lasted about 10 minutes, then packed it up and headed to the other side.<br />
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As we had hoped, it was much calmer as the hills blocked the wind, and we were able to relax on the sand while the kids splashed in the salty water.<br />
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Unfortunately for me, that side of the beach is not nearly as picturesque as the first. <br />
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I did manage to get a few shots, not many of which I was happy with when I reviewed them at home. Here is one I didn't mind too much; before the summer is out I intend to get back there and shoot this fence again - maybe next time I'll be more successful!<br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;">Until August 15th, receive 30% off photos in my shop!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Click here for details: </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/photoworksbydawn">Summer Sale in photoworks by dawn</a></span>photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-22063508687934591582011-07-09T15:22:00.000-03:002011-07-09T15:22:57.606-03:00Blogged by YonderI'm very happy to have had one of my photos featured on this very cool blog:<br />
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<a href="http://restlessheartsyonder.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday-treasury-ruby.html">Yonder</a><br />
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Many thanks to Megon and Julie for sharing my red shoes!<br />
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</div>I just might have to start paying commission to my mom: Countless of my photos have been created in her garden. These firework-like little flowers grow discreetly by her foundation. They are not showy, so you could easily miss them among the other brighter blooms. But I just love how they burst forth in lace-like patterns. They're so pretty!photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-56650280952508439172011-06-20T20:27:00.000-03:002011-06-20T20:27:20.299-03:00Shot through the WindowI waited (im)patiently all weekend for the rain to end. Finally, a break yesterday afternoon allowed me to head outside in my mother's yard to capture the few flowers that have managed to grow in this cold, wet spring. No sooner had I found a few willing subjects, than I had to cover my camera with my jacket and slip back inside and out of the drizzle.<br />
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Not quite ready to give up, I wandered around the house looking for some possibility I had not yet discovered (having many times explored Mom's house<em> and</em> yard). I got up on a stool and captured my husband, brother-in-law, father, and grandfather playing crib at the kitchen table. A priceless shot, for sure, but not so artistically inclined.<br />
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Looking out the front window in the living room, I noticed the chive buds from a new angle. First, I included the window in my composition to add scale and setting. Soon, though, I found myself crouched down in front of them, noticing the way the birch tree on the front lawn and my red SUV created a muted and complementary background. I guess I can thank the rain (begrudgingly, though, I have to admit), then, for forcing me inside and finding this otherwise overlooked subject.<br />
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Check out her lovely blog here: <a href="http://rikrakstudio.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-pins-and-needles.html">the rikrak studio</a><br />
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Many thanks! :)photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-44863650069379594512011-06-12T17:50:00.000-03:002011-06-12T17:50:25.382-03:00I Got Featured!Wow! My Little Tips booklet got featured on a very cool site: <a href="http://www.jemibook.com/">http://www.jemibook.com/</a><br />
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Thanks so much to Jem for sharing!<br />
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These quick reference photography booklets are still available on my Etsy site for a bargain at $7.75! Click here to view: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/66495487/little-tips-the-take-along-photography">Little Tips</a>.<br />
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Walking along a street in downtown Halifax, I happened upon this little flower peeking out at me. Noticing these tiny details in a busy city takes me back to the moment, makes me focus on these tiny gifts for the eyes. It makes me grateful for the small things - it reminds me that life is in the details.photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-73676224756651257112011-06-04T17:29:00.000-03:002011-06-04T17:29:48.715-03:00A Fabulous Trip!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwhQTxjdVGOyKVvP6_p8jtb4v4Lm9z1cg8-IaMny00jVEY2L9IykKg8NdgOBYZK6YAXzEOKIKteZHrLtawHXq8mYvOqWhG9F6g8394FZybB_NFnKVwdfdKCDV4VQ3G1sXjMJHXIZHpUw/s1600/w-abstract-garden-2-brighte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwhQTxjdVGOyKVvP6_p8jtb4v4Lm9z1cg8-IaMny00jVEY2L9IykKg8NdgOBYZK6YAXzEOKIKteZHrLtawHXq8mYvOqWhG9F6g8394FZybB_NFnKVwdfdKCDV4VQ3G1sXjMJHXIZHpUw/s640/w-abstract-garden-2-brighte.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><br />
I had the best time in Halifax this past week! <br />
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My husband was attending a conference, and I went down with him for three nights. We used to live there a number of years ago, so there was plenty to catch up on. I spent the days with my wonderful friend, taking pictures and browsing in the downtown shops. Evenings, my hubby and I drove by the places we used to live, visited friends and relatives, and remembered good times.<br />
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The photo above is one I took at the Public Gardens. There weren't many flowers due to the cold, wet spring we've had, but look what I found! These sweet little blooms were captured moments before we left, and it turned out to be one of my favourite shots from the trip.photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-20760938440576333832011-05-27T16:51:00.000-03:002011-05-27T16:51:29.759-03:00Threaded on EtsyMany thanks to rikrak for choosing to share one of my photos in this recent article on the Etsy Blog: <br />
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/storque/read/the-collectors-handmade-pincushions-12777/#comment-512998">The Collectors: Handmade Pincushions</a><br />
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We're going to Halifax for a work conference for my husband. We actually used to live there, so I'm very familiar with it, and have many potential spots in mind to head with my camera. I'm just crossing my fingers that the weather will cooperate! photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-46358976093942307482011-05-14T16:51:00.000-03:002011-05-14T16:51:04.683-03:00And Then I Spilled the Milkor, "What pictures <em>don't </em>tell us"<br />
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My daughter's 6th birthday was about a week ago; my father's (her Papa) turned 65 two days later. We celebrated family-style with her grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins. Camera ready, she and her Papa blew out the candles for a picture-perfect moment.<br />
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And then I knocked over a glass, onto my sister and everything on her lap. <br />
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After the mess was cleaned up and everyone was happily devouring chocolate cake, it made me think: What are the stories that pictures don't tell us? Are there tears following the ripping open of gifts, screaming children fighting over the candies, parents grumbling about the mess?<br />
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In a word, yes.<br />
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We don't really capture those moments, though, do we? I suppose it's because we want the happy ones, but do they tell the true story? Unlikely. Then again, who would want to sit with their grandchildren, recalling the fights at the dinner table? <br />
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I am lucky. I have more happy memories than not. Maybe that's why I have so many photos. Maybe that's why many of us take so many - we want to freeze those moments when life is good. It feels <em>good</em> to look back at those pictures, to share them with family and friends. Life has its fair share of sadness and unhappy instances (we have only to look at the latest news story for them); maybe that's why we tend toward smiles in portraits. <br />
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Later, we want to remember laughter and love, accomplishments and adventures.<br />
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I know I do.photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-60523598688467771052011-05-02T12:25:00.000-03:002011-05-02T12:25:48.459-03:00And Speaking of Stories...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouM_Ag_xBYm1EyNLEXAnyfXsZzMGehqvGtDkRybCbMr95jOIemlARt7kyalYDP5A8OCKeFXpvqVs4kkqzgGz9ixrpk-CsjGBigygtbNYsQ_zPKlf-UJ__xWNvlzpBrSSjVqoH4mpRE34/s1600/w-wonder-of-words.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouM_Ag_xBYm1EyNLEXAnyfXsZzMGehqvGtDkRybCbMr95jOIemlARt7kyalYDP5A8OCKeFXpvqVs4kkqzgGz9ixrpk-CsjGBigygtbNYsQ_zPKlf-UJ__xWNvlzpBrSSjVqoH4mpRE34/s640/w-wonder-of-words.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
...This wonderfully old dictionary made for many interesting compositions. With a blackened cover and curled pages, what was once a plain Webster's Dictionary became (for me, anyway) a subject just waiting to be turned into photographs. <br />
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I allowed the bright sunlight to filter through the pages, contrasting the age and dust. Instead of becoming tossed and forgotten, now these pages are inspiration. The words held within are stories waiting to be told, poems to be written, and songs to be sung.photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-91305013817304217522011-05-01T13:40:00.000-03:002011-05-01T13:40:01.831-03:00What Stories Have Been Told?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0OMGn7UR8mtFwbGSHCNOWxoJ0sA8OVGPOZb2go3DkcJL7MLwsIf_-feG2v6Gm99-m3KHDvzijbFootmLSoUvo_nn1W0rkvLtAyHXBdE9f0WASg24T2MWUVeQhBpcN8KjlOqB_Nj6ZRnU/s1600/w-blue-typewriter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0OMGn7UR8mtFwbGSHCNOWxoJ0sA8OVGPOZb2go3DkcJL7MLwsIf_-feG2v6Gm99-m3KHDvzijbFootmLSoUvo_nn1W0rkvLtAyHXBdE9f0WASg24T2MWUVeQhBpcN8KjlOqB_Nj6ZRnU/s640/w-blue-typewriter.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">stories forgotten</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">love letters longingly sent</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">fingertips clacking on the keys</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">tears wept for joy and grief</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">dried among the letters</span></div>photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050582185918666227.post-49977393840607296312011-04-28T20:20:00.000-03:002011-04-28T20:20:54.436-03:00"I am a Poem"<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">words wait to spill</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">from my soul</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">syllables speak</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">i breathe</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">i inhale, exhale</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">words</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">words become pictures</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">snapshots</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">of my life</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">shared sentences</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">without words</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">what </span></em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">would </span></em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">i </span></em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">be</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">this poem</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">would not</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">be</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">these insignificant</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">curves and lines</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">are significant</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">descriptions, details</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">that describe my life</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">tell the world</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">who i am</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dawn Blanchard</span></div><div align="center">March 9th, 2011</div>photoworks by dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377117808098203077noreply@blogger.com0