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 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 email@example.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.
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.
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…
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.
“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
“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
“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
“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. ❤
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…