Weekly Creativity Post #293: Take a Series of Photos that Encapsulate Your Life
Take a series of ten photos that encapsulate your life right now.
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Take a series of ten photos that encapsulate your life right now.
I sat my father down in the kitchen so I could interview him about his father. His father had died 5 years prior and though the wounds had healed you could still see the scars and the pain behind my father’s eyes. I asked him the question: what was the best thing your father has ever done for you?
My grandfather wore a ring on his left hand. Him and my grandmother had gotten it in Jamaica many years ago. On it was a red cardinal with multi-colored triangle designs surrounding it. On the inside of the ring, carved in tiny letters, was the logo of the makers but it is too far back in my memory for me to remember what it said. I was five when he gave me that ring.
At 8:30 pm I—still wet from my post-swimming practice shower-- sat down on my soft blue couch with a plate of warm red pasta in my lap to watch the Cincinnati Reds take on the Milwaukee Brewers. After about 10 minutes two of my dogs, Butter the coonhound, (with her floppy ears and her habit of turning three times before curling up in a ball) and Albus, the old beagle, (with the tilted head and l...
It was all about the Frosty Malt. Frozen solid in a paper cup with a thick wooden spoon “like a stick,” my dad said, it took a while to make its appearance. “They came around with the most popular items that people wanted like beer, popcorn, and hotdogs. But I kept looking.
Baseball Family
Tornadoes tore through the Midwest in the early hours of April 1, 2023. Following the reports on my Dad’s iphone, the four of us pulled on shoes and wrapped ourselves in blankets to head down to the basement. Barely more than a potato cellar with bare beams on the ceiling and dirt on the floor, we were squished on folding chairs between Santa lawn decorations, old kitchen applia...
Back in China, my Mom, had a childhood greater than that of her peers. While under Confucian cultural influence, most parents were busily pushing their kids and molding them to their dreams, but her parents let her pursue her own career. As such, she pursued a law degree, only to realize with dismay upon immigrating to the United States that firstly she could not afford law school, and secondly th...
Within a home, the few inhabitants inside go about daily activities, one of which is me. Some of the inhabitants are absent for money-making work at buildings miles away. Unspoken rules dictate that I pursue learning in the late morning along with a window of time shortly after noon. Thus, I stay in my room on a wooden desk for a period of time varying typically of a few hours.
Six light bulbs enriched with white light shine upon its surroundings. The wooden floor is glistening from the light shining down. Leather from the couch has highlights run along it from the lights above. The fan moves in a circular motion much slower than a helicopter. The light breeze falls down to sooth our bodies from the heat.
India is a very unpredictable place where unexpected things can happen. They don’t have the best road safety and have quite a lot of accidents. Sadly, that's how my moms' dad died, in a car accident. My mom was so young and didn’t understand what was happening, but she did observe something about her mother.