Weekly Photo Challenge: Letters

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The world is full of letters. These curving lines that coordinate to shape a word, a sentence, a language. They are scattered across signs, displays, and our computer screens.

And they rest inside our mailboxes, too. Oftentimes these postal deliveries come from anonymous hands, drafting solicitations beckoning to be opened. Letters commonly known as ‘junk.’

With a hearty waste-not attitude, the Bohemian takes letters back to the source. Using a high-powered paper shredder, he’s cut our recycling in half, and gives the trees in our yard a little boost.

Shredded cardboard and junk mail – all of those letters – are bringing on the blooms.



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An Ode to An Object (I Think Plants Count)

I’m attempting to create a ‘zone.’ An area of reprieve and beauty. A place to sit and feel the breeze.

It’s a slow process of creation here in our new abode. We moved in about two months ago and are still settling in with basic practicals. Besides the necessities of plumbing and utility hook-ups, I want to create a space of inspiration. So I start with the garage.

Open-air and red dirt-stained concrete, I am on a mission to transform rough edges into an oasis of greenery. A place where one can breakfast among potted plants. A shady respite from the sun in the middle of a hot day, where one could sip lemon water with a friend in the shade.

I’ve positioned some chairs. Planted some succulents (beautiful, but hearty) and placed them on stands nearby. I’ve hung plants in macrame, envisioning a wall of green to grow.

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It’s a start. And taking a load off in my garage-turned-green-sanctuary, I watch the plants hang, their leaves blowing in the breeze. They may be small, not yet to their full potential of jungle-like lusciousness, but there is foliage, nonetheless. These pots offer up the soothing peace of verdant beauty that only plant life can.

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This is an ode to the objects of beauty that are transforming my garage into a garden.

In the presence of their flora, my mind is eased. My body cooled.

Though I’m wondering: how is it for these typically earthbound roots to find themselves mid-air?

I guess the answer is in their progress. So far, they seem just fine. I’ll keep watering, monitoring, enjoying their calming presence. Giving thanks for the gift of green.

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– Today’s post is in response to The Daily Post challenge “An ode to an object.” I have committed “For the Archives” to the “Blogging 201” two-week intensive course, with hopes to further my skills as a writer/photographer and reach more amazing people like you. Thanks for reading!