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This Weeks Photo Challenge: Rule of Thirds


Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m always snapping a picture of something, anything, everything. I’ve never taken classes for photography…yet, it is just something that I’ve inherited from my grandfather who always had a camera on him.

This weeks photo challenge is about Rule of Thirds. As an amateur, I had no clue as to what that meant, until Jen H. described it in the Daily Post.

The Rule of Thirds is a photography concept that puts the subject of the photograph off-center, which usually results in blank space in the rest of the image.

That’s easy enough, though I find it harder to do with my mobile. It isn’t an expensive, flashy phone, but it does take some relatively good pictures.

Enjoy!

This picture is of a real dragonfly, I just have my cameras lens zoomed in as far as I could get it to zoom. I think I was about twenty feet away. This was the only clear shot I could take, all the others came out blurry.

This picture is of a real dragonfly, I just have my cameras lens zoomed in as far as I could get it to zoom. I think I was about twenty feet away. This was the only clear shot I could take, all the others came out blurry.

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Quartz Crystal Mining


My youngest sister came up from Georgia this past May for a short visit. While she was here it was her birthday and she wanted to go dig for quartz crystals. Here in Arkansas there are many places to dig and keep as many crystals as you can load into your car.
I’ve seen a few guys trying to carry a huge boulder size quartz rock to their car. Though with each tiring effort, they managed to put it into their car.

I also noticed a lady, standing near her car with about ten quartz rocks the size of bowling balls, as well as a few buckets full of dirt and rocks. Like I said, if you can manage digging for them and getting them into your car, it’s yours to keep, but for a small fee, which is the admission price for the entire day.
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Some places I’ve found charge $10 or more. One place charges $20. I was lucky to have found one that charged $8, the only problem was the road getting to the place was badly washed out and in some areas the road was sharply inclined that if I were to let off the gas, my car would roll backwards or I wouldn’t be able to continue the climb without backing all the way down the hill and giving it another charging start back up.
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 Once we got up the hill and to the actual digging site, I paid for our admission, found a parking spot, then got our tools and buckets out, and headed towards the digging area, which is a huge red hill of lovely clay mud, mostly dried clay rock. I didn’t care to look for the biggest quartz rock, however, I had set out to find the shiny points to which I planned to use for necklace pendants.
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After twenty minutes of digging, my sister was bored and hot and decided to go sit in the car. Meanwhile, I continued to dig and scavenge as much as I could. I found quite a lot of clear rocks, some small and some half the size of my hand. I was enjoying myself. It’s the archaeologist in me I think. I did get somewhat cover in the red clay, mostly on my shoes, but that wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was the eight-legged residents. I made sure not to bother them as much as I could.
I had enjoyed myself so much, that a few weeks later I made another trip back to the same crystal mine and had found more of what I was looking for on that trip than I did on the previous trip.
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If you are interested in purchasing a small clear crystal rock or pendant, I have them listed on my Etsy page.
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Along Came A Spider…


The other day I had gone to the store to pick up a prescription for my grandmother. I was lucky that it wasn’t rush hour just yet, because what happened next had taken my mind off of driving and sent my heart and anxiety racing.

I was halfway across the bridge that goes over the overpass when I felt a slight tickle on my arm. I didn’t really pay any mind to it, thinking it was just a hair. The tickling started to go up my arm, causing me to look. A spider was making its way up my arm. I swatted at it, though missing it, causing it to fall to the floor. I quickly looked in the floor for it, all the while driving down the road. There was no evidence of the spider anywhere.

I continued to drive back to my house, but with the funniest feeling that something was crawling on me…it was my mind playing tricks. As soon as I pulled into my driveway and put my car in park I searched the car over, not finding that little eight legged creature anywhere. Where did it go? I’m sure I scared it as much as it scared me, so it must be hiding waiting until it was safe for it to come out.

Several days later, I still have not found it, nor has any other spider come out to pester me.

Miss Spider where have you gone


When I was about eight or nine I was bitten by a spider. The only part I remember was waking up in a hospital bed with wires attached to me, my mom sitting next to me in a chair.

I look over and her eyes catches mine. “What happened?” I ask, my voice cracks as my throat is dry.

“The doctor says you were bit by a spider,” she replies with a tired look.

I don’t remember anything else of that day, nor what type of spider it was, but I do know that it had given me a fear of them. As the years had progressed I have curiously read about spiders and have come to respect them. Well, mostly. A spider indoors becomes a dead one, but a spider outside is well left alone.

A few weeks ago I’ve noticed a web building spider, the size of a nickel, right outside the door as I gone to get the morning paper. I curiously stopped to look at her. The size of her web was ghastly in size, reaching from the porch, to our wheelchair ramp; so about three and a half feet in diameter. It glistened in the sunlight as the breeze moved it ever so gently. She was sitting in the center of the web, her legs pulled tightly into her, as if she’s sleeping. She isn’t a widow or a spider I could identify right away. I was mesmerized though.

I would greet her every morning as I passed by her, as if we were old friends, even though it’s a one way conversation. When I returned from class she would be gone, along with her beautiful web. The other day I happened to catch her as she was moving to her hiding spot. She wasn’t the size of a nickel as I thought, but bigger than the size of a quarter.

Yesterday, I went outside to get the morning paper and I noticed Miss Spider wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I looked all around the porch area for her, curious where she might have gone. This morning, again, she wasn’t there. I asked my grandmother if she had seen the big spider outside or if she killed it. She laughed at me and said no. She knows I have a fear of spiders, hence the reason why she laughed at me.

The only reason why I don’t kill spiders while they’re outside is that they have a part in the cycle of life. They kill bugs, especially mosquitos. Mosquitos carry diseases. And Miss Spider had set her web in a perfect spot, right near our door to our house. So I welcome her to catch every little bug that comes this way. Hopefully she’s still around.