When Alice fell down the rabbit hole into Wonderland, she had no clue as to what to expect. She didn’t know where she was going, what she would find once she got there, and why the whole thing was happening. “What the heck?” Alice must have said.
Actually the whole adventure must have been something like writing a blog. Where to go? What to do?
There is a vague idea of where THIS blog is going. It will be rambling, like any good blog, and really have no set-in-stone content. It will deal with Dreams, Wishes, True Life Adventures, and History. It is a diary, a journal actually…which will include wishful thinking, harsh reality, political commentary, photo albums, maybe some humor. Of course humor is in the opinion of the beholder, and what one person thinks is hilariously entertaining another will consider stupid and boring. There is Smiling Humor, Rolling Eyes Humor, Smirk Humor, and Sick Humor and I suppose there will be a little bit of each herein.
The stories will be true, unless otherwise noted. Of course the occasional exaggeration, or half-truth, or would-be truth, or even could-be-truth, or might-have-been truth. Sometimes a locale will be identified by a made-up name, or vaguely described. Many individuals who are named will be mis-identified, or even fictitious. Where historical or presumed factual information accompanies photographs or news reports the information is to the best of my recollection or point-of-view. In the case of errors, please feel free to let me know when information is wrong or incomplete. Maybe I’ll edit it.
The photography and writing is mine, unless otherwise stated. Many of the photos were taken by my late husband, Bob who excelled at photography, as well as most other things!
So come on in to my version of Wonderland! Enjoy the scenery and the stories, and have a good time looking around.
Here I am, re-blogging one of my own posts. This is a short story I wrote for Word Press’ course, Fiction 101,, in April 2015. Hope my readers will enjoy the story.
[WRITING 101–DAY FOUR: Something that I had once but lost.]
We are back in the days of the sailing ships powered by great billowing canvas panels, dependent on wind power. I am not sure of the year, or even the type of sailing vessel. It may have been a great Clipper Ship, or a fast-treacherous slaver, or a grand warship complete with cannons. Maybe it was one of those Egyptian ships run by man-power, rowers whose jobs depended on their keeping rhythm, and almost super-human strength and durability.
But no, my sense of adventure and grandeur is getting ahead of me here, and in truth I believe the ship that I am on is actually a medium-size fishing vessel. The chances are my knowledge of fishing and shipping is limited by lack of years…I’m only 15. Except for basic techniques and words of caution from my father and uncles, my brothers…
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This is really great! Yes, to all of the above.
- You keep a pad and pen or electronic device handy next to your bed so that you can quickly jot ideas down.
2. You think it’s perfectly normal to have imaginary conversations between imaginary people in your head.
3.You never give up, even when the dreaded writer’s block strikes.
4. It takes you ages to fall asleep because you are busy running through bookscenes in your head.
5.You have half finished manuscripts, random scenes, photos, ideas, and character profiles scattered in files allover your computer, and on bits of paper in every room of the house.
6. You get distracted during conversations if someone says something you think would be great for your book.
7. You hate the thought of socialising, but love it when you do because how else are you going to find material for your book.
8. You find yourself watchingstrangers, especially if they are quirky, different…
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I love this! I’m glad I read the information in its entirety. The poem is lovely by itself, but with an explanation it brings the words to life…and even I get it The southwest desert is the place of my soul…
A deep hum echoes
Vibrating whispers unfurl
Human and nature are one
Sounds illuminate souls
© Carol Campbell 2015
“In Mongolian throat singing, the performer produces a fundamental pitch and—simultaneously—one or more pitches over that. The history of Mongolian throat singing reaches far back. Many male herders can throat sing, but women are beginning to practice the technique as well. The popularity of throat singing among Mongolian seems to have arisen as a result of geographic location and culture. The open landscape of Mongolia allows for the sounds to carry a great distance. Ethnomusicologists studying throat singing in these areas mark khoomei as an integral part in the ancient pastoral animism that is still practiced today. Often, singers travel far into the countryside looking for the right river, or go up to the steppes of the mountainside to create the proper environment for throat-singing.
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