An email from Ashesh (slightly edited)

N-N-1 Callout Post

 Welcome everyone to another edition of N-N-1! I am Ashesh, from Kolkata, India and I will be hosting this edition of the project. 

So, N-N-1 basically stands for 1 contestant, one photo and one writeup which has to adhere to a theme which is set by the person who is hosting it. The theme for this edition is “A picture that represents inner peace to you”. Please note that the word limit of your writeup which explains why your photo represents inner peace to you, should not exceed 200 words.

This is a call to arms my friends! I hope to see some interesting posts. However there is also a schedule which needs to be adhered to. The dates are given below:

March 3, 2021: Callout post published 

March 15, 2021: Final post on the blog

Please note that as this is not a competition, but a project, as long as the post and photo reaches me by the 14th, I shall be publishing it. However, refrain from vulgar images and vulgar words.

May the Force Be With Us All! 

I plan to participate. I hope you will as well. Please let me know if you have any questions. You may send your submissions to me and I will forward them to Ashesh.

A New N-N-1 is announced

A new N-N-1 for the New Year will happen this month. N-N-1 is a group project where people take a picture during a common time, around a common theme, and display the results in one place. This month it will be on this blog, Wild Rivers Run South. Each participant cant then re-blog the project results on their own blog. But you need not have a blog to participate.

The theme this January is The Colors of The New Year. If you wish to participate, take your picture between January 18th and 20th. Add your commentary on the picture and theme and send it to me at ngarvois@gmail.com no later than January 25th. Be sure to include your email address and blog name, if you have one. I will then put together the submissions and publish the blog post. I will notify you when the post has published.

N-N-1 is better when more people participate, so please tell your friends and family about it so that they can join in if they wish.

N-N-1 Autumn 2020

I love participating. Thank you, Mr. Norm. But this is the saddest poem I have ever written.

Classical Gasbag

Welcome to the Autumn 2020 N-N-1 collaboration. This time around we are commemorating a new season in a…different…kind of year. While everyone acknowledges that the pandemic, among other things, has had a negative impact around the world, most of our collaborators believe that better times will someday return. 

I’m starting with a new member of the N-N-1 family, Anne in the Philippines. Her blog is https://primitivesoup.wordpress.com/ Welcome to N-N-1, Anne!

“Look up”

Taken last Saturday, 27th of September 2020, 05:31 pm (Philippine Time).

Here in the Philippines, we only have 2 seasons – rainy and dry season. There’s supposed to be a lot of rain and it should be slightly colder by this time of the month already but it still feels like summer. This view should be nicer without the tall buildings but our apartment building is also tall so… I’m not gonna complain. Anyway, the skies here are…

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The Colors of Spring, an N-N-1 experience.

I was happy to join Mr. Norm, Ms Anju, and Ms Lauren on another N-N-1. Perhaps you will participate the next time.

Classical Gasbag

This picture and words came from Natalie at Wild Rivers Run South .

A very small section of Grandma & Grandpa’s library

Grandma and Grandpa have a wonderful library.

I think they have every book they ever bought,

And some of my aunts’ and uncles’ as well.

It is an added benefit of living with them.

I can read what they read when they were my age.

Literature, science, biography, mysteries and more.

I see what influences they have had up ‘til today.

I know why they are like they are with me.

And they talk to me about life today,

With all of the problems in the world,

And how they see things. They say,

“It is Spring today. We can renew our hope.”

I love them so much.

Lauren, in Valencia, sent this to us. My hope is that she will start her own blog, or at…

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Home Again

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Photo by Meg on Unsplash

I came back home in time

For the blizzard to hit,

After four months in the barcode barn,

And two weeks with Grandpa John.

Grandpa and Grandma Julie, and Milo

Had visited me every week,

And Beatrice every other.

Uncle Arlo came once, but he was drunk.

They wanted to keep him, but he ran away.

Grandma Julie and Grandpa John bought me food,

Bottled water, and soft drinks.

Milo bought me bourbon, but

I poured it out when he left.

Beatrice bought me wine and I wept

When I told her I could’t drink it with her.

She said she understood

And kissed me when she left.

Now I’m home, and alone.

August N-N-1

I missed the deadline for submitting a photo and words for the August N-N-1. I took a photo, but I could not finish an accompanying poem in time to submit. I am still trying to finish it. But you should not be deprived of seeing the blog published on This Labyrinth I Roam.

N-N-1: The August Edition

Our time and space travelling project is continuing to capture real-moments globally, allowing us to see and read about events we can’t currently be there for. And until they invent that teleportation device, we shall live vicariously through the N-N-1 phenomenon.

For those unfamiliar with the concept, go to the N-N-1 collaboration archive to get up to speed on all the cool posts you’ve missed.

Here’s what our global ambassadors have been up to this August.

A Splash Of My Life

“This lil teefer deserves a warm bed and warmer cuddles. After a long, exhausting day at the Ensenada shelter, these pictures give me the determination to do all I can. I hope that they will be out, surrounded by love and care. Soon.” – Princess Butter

The View From A Drawbridge

“I’m beginning to think that the only way to beat the heat in this new global climate change reality of ours is to head north. So I decided to spend the first days of August in Vancouver, Canada, one of my favorite cities. This visit happened to coincide with the Celebration of Light in Vancouver. Each year, they have three countries compete in an international fireworks competition on 3 different nights. This year it was India, Canada and Croatia. We were there for Canada, and it was the most gorgeous display I’ve ever seen. It’s a wonderful way to take your mind off the temperature, but I tell you what, I wouldn’t want to be a dog in Vancouver at this time of year.” – Barb Abelhauser

Classical Gasbag

“Our good friends Mary and George treated us to a weekend getaway in LaPorte, Indiana. Our wedding anniversaries are just a few months apart, and we were celebrating our mutual years together.

On Saturday, while the others were enjoying the inn’s swimming pool, I drove a few miles to my hometown of Rolling Prairie to see what changes had occurred since my last visit. There were quite a few. While there I drove past the first house that I remember living in. I took this picture.” – Norm Houseman

This Labyrinth I Roam

Mother, Daughter, Granddaughter.

“Being the sort of person who has drifted from country to country for all her life, I never imagined I would get the opportunity to have family beyond those I shared DNA with. Then I met my partner. And then I met his family. I never realised how deeply I had fallen in love with all them – their quirks included. This weekend I got to spend time with them in their small village in the countryside of England and we got to soak up the sun, try some local craft beer, and just spend time basking in each other’s company. And now that I’ve felt these feelings, I can’t imagine going my whole life without having it. Isn’t that weird?” – AL

IF YOU OR YOUR FRIENDS WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS COLLABORATION, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE A COMMENT OR SEND ME AN EMAIL AT LABYRINTHIROAM@GMAIL.COM SO WE CAN SEND YOU REMINDERS FOR THE NEXT ONE. ❤

Nostalgia

I have been sitting in

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Photo by Amy Humphries on Unsplash

The shallow end

Of the nostalgia pool.

 

I am sure that as I grow older

I’ll move deeper and deeper

Until I have to stand

To keep from drowning.

 

Live is too full of now

To wrinkle your fingertips

Sitting in the past,

And remembering only the good things.

 

The bad things can also teach

And keep us humble.

We can all use more humility.

N-N-1 February 2019

Once again I was honored to take part in the N-N-1 collaboration. I hope you enjoy seeing it as much as I like to contribute.

Classical Gasbag

It’s time for you to enjoy another N-N-1. Once again we have people in different locales sharing their different contemporary lives with a picture and words. One thing they have in common is an interest in sharing (giving and receiving) with others. 

Natalie Garvois sent this picture and description (surprisingly not in verse). You can find her blog at Wild Rivers Run South.

A Day for Poetry

I visited Nana Julia this afternoon. She invited me to look through her treasure trove of books and pick out a few for myself. I found this textbook of poetry she had saved from college. I shall never be a Whitman; but I can read and appreciate the greatness of others. My Nana never wrote in her books. She didn’t want to ruin their pristine condition. I only wish that she had saved her notes, so that I could also have those…

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Dead Cat

As I walked around downtown this morning

I saw a dead cat in the gutter

In front of Colin’s Donut Shop;

Half hidden by a pickup with an empty gun rack

And a Trump/Pence bumper sticker that had

One half of it torn off.

They should have torn all or nothing.

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Dead Cat

 

The cat wouldn’t stay there long.

Soon a city truck would come by

And a man will shovel the carcass onto the truck bed.

Merchants pay their city taxes for a reason.

In the wild, the former cat would be

The main course for a number of varmints.

Thus it is and ever shall be.

 

But people are different.

We ceremoniously mourn our dead

And bury or burn what is left of the lifeless body.

It is bereft of thought or feeling,

So, the ceremony is for the living

Who hope that they will receive the same.

Cats don’t have that hope.

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