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The river

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Take a subject you’re familiar with and imagine it as three photos in a sequence. Tackle the subject by describing those three shots.

It’s raining non stop in my city since last Friday and we have floods. We can’t enjoy sights of the river as we used to, with fishermen on the banks waiting patiently to catch something with their fishing rods.

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Now the water reaches to the buildings and the riverbanks have disappeared. Many cars have been dragged or ruined by the waters. The current is so strong  and dangerous that ,of course, no one ventures kayaking or canoeing.

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The old abandoned building that is falling down in ruins by the river is now covered by the waters. And the forecast says that it will continue raining at least till next Wednesday.

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The rains coincide with the thaw so we are in high alert. Many inhabited buildings are in danger to get flooded.

Three Perfect Shots.

 

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Too much rain

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Tell us how your week went by putting together a playlist of  five songs that represent it.

I only need a song to tell you how was my week. It says:

Into each life some rain must fall

But too much is falling in mine

Into each heart some tears must fall

But some day the sun will shine

Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts

But when I think of you another shower starts

Into each life some rain must fall

But too much is falling in mine

Playlist of the Week.

 

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Rainy mood

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Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind

Yesterday the heavens opened and since then it’s raining heavy non stop. I’m more worried about a flood than a fire. My neighbourhood is close to the river but in a high terrain. We have even a public lift to access to the lowest part of the city, where the river Arga flows. I have good friends who live in a neighbourhood down, close to the riverbank. And the forecast says there will be snow at least till Thursday. They have built this year new walls to contain the waters. So we will see if this time are enough to avoid the floods.

Back to the hypothetical fire. I would go back and try to recover all that reminds me of my father. I think I rescued first time his diaries and some pictures. Second time I rescued my computer where I have his books and more pictures, but there are other things in the house: his pen, his typewriter, his hat, the picture of Our Lady of the Rock of Kotor Bay he had in his desk, letters, some paintings… I really don’t need things to remember him, so vivid he remains in my memory and my heart, but I love to have them around.

 

Burnt.

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Photography 101: A Pop of Color

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Today, pay attention to how color affects your images. Experiment with one color, and think about how to feature it prominently.

I pay attention to red. Red means a lot of things, among them warning and prohibition. These benches have in themselves a warning. Don’t stop! It’s raining!
I couldn’t help but take a picture of the leaves on the ground because how the color popped.

 

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Photography 101: A Pop of Color.

 

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Ready, Set, Done! Looking good

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Our ten-minute free-write is back for another round! Tap away on whatever comes to mind, no filters attached.

My city is famous for many things and one of them is its changing weather. Today I decided to go to the hair dresser because I wanted to look good in a picture for my press card. It will be my presentation card for the next five years, so the image is important, I thought. I’m not too conceited, but I’m no longer young and pretty and I need some external help to look presentable.

It was a sunny morning. I went to one salon that advertised that there was no need of concerting an appointment, only to find out that when I arrived, all the personal were too busy to wash, comb and style my hair. They told me to come back in two hours. No problem, I thought. The inconveniences of going without an appointment. So I went to do some errands and to have a quiet walk through the streets of my neighbourhood enjoying the sunny and fresh morning before coming back to the hair dresser.

And this time all went smoothly. I arrived and I didn’t have to wait a second. It was fast, because I wanted something simple and natural for the picture.
I paid the bill and went out half an hour later and… it was raining! And I had gone out without umbrella. Of course, my hair got ruined in no time while I rushed to get to the photographer shop. And when I arrived I found it closed. He had hanged a sign saying: “gone to lunch”.

Ready, Set, Done!.

 

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Too late

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Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

– Listen what we have in the voice mail.
– Look, I’m not in a mood for voice mails. I have to clean up this mess. The house is flooded with all these leaks we have!
– Precisely…
– Give me a bucket! Help me! This is unbelievable! First rainy week since we moved here and it seems that is raining inside the house!
– You should listen to the voice mail
– You and your voice mail! Can’t you see we are in the middle of a crisis here?
– I think is the landlord’s voice.
– What did he say?

– “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye”

– If it’s about the leaks, I’m going to sue him.

Bad Signal.

 

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Heavy rain

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10 minutes. You and your keyboard (or smartphone. Or tablet. Or pen and paper). No pauses, no edits, no looking back: it’s free-write time!

It’s raining outside. Heavy rain. And I don’t want to sing. I’d rather cry.

It’s a big problem for a person who needs a walker to move. With both hands grabbing a handgrip, there is no way to hold an umbrella.

I have to go out this afternoon to  take care of my mom. I can’t drive because of my illness. It’s a half an hour walk. I can take a bus, but it only covers half of the way. And by the time I board the bus I’ll be already soaked

I know rain is good for the farmers and the reservoirs, for the garden, the forests and the nature. And it’s nice to watch from inside a warm home. But for me, and my daily excursions, is just terrible. The best way to catch a cold.

I don’t mind cold temperatures, I can warm myself with a good coat,a scarf, a hat, gloves and boots. But I can’t fight against the water falling all over me without an umbrella.

I don’t have money to take a taxi every time it rains (it’s so frequent over here). So I’ll continue to venture outside with my walker, without umbrella hoping that the bus arrives in time and has space for me and my walker.

Sorry for this silly post. These write about anything prompts, leave me with no inspiration, so I write about what I have in my mind at this moment.

Ready, Set, Done.

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Poor old woman

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Write a post entirely in the present tense.

It rains. A lot. It’s a big inconvenience for her. She has a problem with her balance and uses a trolley walker. With both hands pushing the trolley there is no way to use an umbrella too. She needs to go to the supermarket to buy some food. She tries to protect herself with a hood, but by the time she arrives to the supermarket she is completely wet. Her trolley too. She puts her groceries in the trolley’s little basket and, after paying, she begins the way back home. She walks slowly thru the almost deserted streets, where the few people passing by are walking fast under their umbrellas. But she cannot run. She must be careful, go step by step. She doesn’t want to fall. The rain falls implacable over her. Her hair, her hands, her coat dripping.  Finally she arrives home. Sweet, warm, lonely home. All her shopping bags are wet. She carefully unpacks her groceries and puts all in the refrigerator. She changes her wet clothes and shoes and  tries to dry her hair with the dryer as soon as possible. It’s too late. Aaaaatchoo!.  She already has a cold.

Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now.

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I’m singing and there is no rain (…) I’m happy again

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Gene Kelly dancing while singing the title song “Singin’ in the Rain” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.

I’m sick of rain. From last October it has been raining almost non-stop in my city, so rainy afternoons is the normal situation and you have to do whatever you have to do in the rain. Singing, working, going out shopping, visiting friends or going to the hospital to see your mother, everything in the rain. And with strong winds the umbrellas doesn’t work for anything but get broken and make of you and all you are wearing or holding a wet mess. All is dark and cold, and sad.

When I don’t have to go out I usually try to read something, or watch a good tennis match or a movie, but the sound of rain make me uneasy. I can’t enjoy the afternoon.

Yes. Safe inside, toasty warm, pitter-patters on the roof make me crazy. The sound is only a reminder that is still raining and nothing can solve this big problem for all of us. We already have had two floods.

Silence. The rain has stopped. I interrupt for a moment my writing . Suddenly another sound from outside. Kids playing in the park. There are some clouds, but the sun finally shows up. Liberated from our safe “jails”, everybody hit the streets. There is light outside. it’s warm. We pray for the sun to stay with us and the rain to go away for a long time. I’m singing and there is no rain …I’m happy again

Daily Prompt: Singin’ in the Rain.