1 year ago today, I started blogging on M.C. Scriptor.
Since then, I’ve learned a lot, and have done a lot. I have learned a few things about myself, and have set new goals for the future.
I’ve been rather absent from the blog over the last month or so, but that should change soon, as I attempt the NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo challenges.
I look forward to it! See you soon! -MC
Thoughts and prayers to everyone in Ottawa, to the family of Cpl. Nathan Cirillo, and those who were injured during the attack.
The Daily Post asked in this week’s photo challenge:
“This week, let’s play with light! Show us what refraction means to you.”
I came across this peculiar sight whilst waiting for a bus last week. It was a rather damp and foggy morning, and a rather striking silence surrounded me. Hiding in this scene I could see a very golden light, streaming in through the thinning tree leaves, casting a beautiful glow on the ground. It is visible in the center.
Although a lower quality photo, due to the poor zoom on my smart phone, (the device used to take these two particular photos) I would like to emphasize the light.
Strangely enough, amidst the drip-dropping of rainfall, the longer I stared, the faster the light seemed to fade away.
I found some photos from my summer trip to Niagara Falls. Whilst I was there I took some marvelous photos, including many from their famous butterfly conservatory.
I think this one is trying to kill me….
and a great photo of a butterfly waiting to emerge from it’s cocoon.
This week, Daily Post challenged:
-“This week, publish an image of a sign — from the signs you encounter on the street to more personal, less obvious signs that hold meaning for you.”-
Numbers on a calendar with days crossed off. For me, calendars have a lot of meaning, but the question that plagues me is, why do we cross out the days?
Perhaps we are merely keeping track of what day it is? More likely to serve as a countdown to a future time. Be it positive or negative, I find it interesting how we always seem to be wishing our time away.
Counting down, to that inevitable day, when the time you had wished away, will seem so much more valuable.