Garden Chiaroscuro

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I spent a few rewarding hours in my local botanical garden the other day.  Famous for rain, Seattle was clear and sunny;  the angled October light cast deep shadows on the brilliant stained glass colors of fall.

The back of this Dahlia was as joyfully pretty as the front.

A mushroom – looks like an Amanita – hid behind a fern frond.

We’ve had a lot of sun, but as always we are VERY mushroom-y here in the Pacific northwest!

The season’s last roses are so sweet – this one is a climber with a fruity scent and perfectly round blooms, some of which dropped prematurely onto the ground below, scattering lovely pastel petals.

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Oh, the complexity of fall color!

Grasses go to seed in shimmering drifts.

Hydrangeas were beginning to brown. With the color removed from the petals, the structure is revealed beautifully.

In contrast to the orderly structure…

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Change.

aweirdstrangelife

Hi, Life sucks. (not all the time) But ya people change, life changes and not always what we think is for the better. And certainly right now it hurts more than hell. To wake up one day and tell yourself well if your best friend doesn’t even like you, and she’s the one who is supposed to love you practically the most then maybe nobody really likes you at all. This feeling makes you sick to your stomach, it makes it’s hard to hold back tears that are practically bursting from your eyes, and it makes you feel lonely. I once told my best friend, “I don want you to ever feel lonely not when I’m around.” But it’s hard to realize that my feelings and actions were never really reciprocated from Tyler. image with one last gift and attempt I’ll try but my biggest attempt should really be for myself…

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WHEN WE WERE KIDS

Master Ninja Ari

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When we were kids, life was simple, thoughts were rich,
We created and learned more, we had an itch.

Life then, live now…

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Talking is a martial art, or, how to write dialogue that doesn’t suck

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Last week Tim Leach, Author of the historical novel ‘The Last King of Lydia’, shared his thoroughly fascinating understanding of dialogue on Reddit.

“Dialogue seems to be one of the areas where developing writers consistently struggle, even if they are strong in other aspects of the craft, and I see it mentioned quite regularly on the sub.

I’m a professional author and I write pretty talky books, and so thought I’d share a few principles I try to keep in mind when writing dialogue.

Give dialogue its due

In my novels, I treat dialogue scenes like a kung fu film maker treats his fight scenes – with the greatest craft and care, because I know that they are the main reason my reader has come along for the ride. Not to hear me lecture on my brilliant personal philosophy, or write purple prose descriptions of faraway lands. More than anything…

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Autumn Colour

Candid Impressions

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Right now we are clothed in the warmth of Summer. I’m just conscious that many of my blogging friends in the Northern Hemisphere are clothed in Autumn, for American friends, Fall. So, in solidarity with all in the North, I’ve posted this image of Autumn which I took in London last year. Happy Fall to you all.

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Complicated simplicity

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We often know what we love, but we find it difficult to rationalise why we love it. We usually defend our feeling by saying that LOVE doesn’t take off because of a reason, but rather in defiance of it. And this is where I come in and ruin the magic (I actually don’t).

In my previous post, I asked readers to say which of the five autumn landscapes painted by Russia’s best artists resonated with them most. We have two clear “winners”: Levitan and Brodsky. I promised to take you on a journey through these paintings, and this is the first installment, in which we will cover Levitan’s Golden Autumn.

This landscape is the most popular icon of autumn in Russia. It is reproduced as often as Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, 11 to 13 year olds write essays at school about it, poets reference it in their poems, writers…

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