Since no one reads this blog, as is evident by the notable lack of
comments over the past 141 days*, I almost stuck the one poor sap who happened to stumble across today's Self-Portrait post with a photo of an elephant from the circus and a self-deprecating fat joke. Instead, I compiled this thing. I needed my onomatopoeia lesson for my student today and heck if I couldn't find one of the posters I had built. So I built a new one. Three Sunday Comics, glue, scissors, and velcro, on my front sidewalk in the rain and wind. I had to recruit help towards the end because I was going to be late to my meeting otherwise.
Portrait setting as I lay on my back and I insufficiently covered the flash so the only flash that reached me was the red one. Pretty cool, for a dork.
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*Any commenter to this post will get their choice of the elephant photo I had chosen or a free copy of the onomatopoeia lesson. If you send me fifteen bucks I'll send you a complete kit for the lesson. Hm. I may be selling out...
2 comments:
I'll pass on the kit, but might be interested in the lesson. Do you have my email?
I don't comment because I don't know what to say! Your posts are, literally, snapshots, and I don't know what to add to them.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, what's the worth of a blank page...?
What?! You don't want the elephant photo?
Eh, they are snapshots, because I'm a writer with no aim, no purpose, and I'm trying to find what works. If I never get feedback, I have a hard time finding that which works.
The value of a blank page is that it represents pure potential. The quandry of the writer, will actuation reach potential?
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