I have come to the realization that everyone is literally “going nowhere slowly” these days and sadly we’re all ok with it. Continue reading
Interesting, willing to give it a shot!
Maybe you’re working on a 365 project, with a photo for each day of the year. With a couple months under your belt, you might be looking for a new theme to showcase your work. Let’s check out four themes where the typography and color palettes step aside so that your photos get your visitors’ full attention.
Made with photographers and photobloggers in mind, Cubic is eye-catching and bold out of the box. Its pleasing homepage grid showcases your posts’ featured images.
Consider this subtle, almost ethereal application of Cubic at WE THE BIRDS, a site “dedicated to the travelers, the nomads, the free spirits, the culturally aware, the expat kids.” The Birds’ muted photography looks fantastic with the theme’s dark filter option for featured images. Using the site logo feature, they’ve uploaded a beautiful feather illustration that lends a unique, personal touch to their…
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There is always a time when we wonder why things happen the way they do. We sit and question “but why me?”. We have that inner-self discussion of shoulda, coulda, woulda choices and decisions we shoulda, coulda and woulda made. Continue reading
As we enter a new year, it always amazes me how we set goals for the year ahead and try our hardest to at least stick to them past January. I dislike using the word “resolution” as it somehow forces my mind to fear what has been resolved. Continue reading
A lot happens within the space of a month. Looking back on this past month, I’d say it has treated me fairly well. Continue reading
Every so often it’s good to change route, be it on your way home, the shops you go to or the hair shampoo and conditioner that you use. Change is good, especially as it is inevitable. Continue reading
Daily Prompts That lovely smell from the first rains, as the droplets touch the hot ground, cooling it and allowing the smell of the dry ground to mix with fresh waters from the heavens. Dust being overpowered by each droplet and soaking in naturally.
Or the smell of a baby being bathed, with all those delicate, gentle lotions and soaps. Fresh baby powder being sprayed on the baby’s bottom, lotion being rubbed ever so gently into the baby’s skin.
I cannot leave out the smell of a lovely hot dinner being prepared. One that captivates the tastebuds from the gate of the yard. The kind that neighbours wish they could be invited for dinner, especially on a cold winter’s night!