Stepping Outside my Box

I am trying something new. A way to use my  photos for more than just my eyes. Check this out! If it is successful; I will build more varieties.

God Hears the Lonely Heart

It was a few years back, in fact, it was about a month after my brother passed away from Multiple System Atrophy, that the biggest void ever; entered my life.

I was suddenly alone. All the caring, love and worrying and praying I had done was over. What was I going to do now with my time?

I prayed for what seemed long, lonely weeks, for something to fill my time, then God answered in the perfect time. He placed the idea of photography in my mind and so the hobby began. Thanks to my best friend; I was able to get a nice camera.

I have improved over the years. I still have lots of improving to do. I am proud of what I have accomplished and am looking forward to what else I can do. Here are the last two photos I took.

I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed capturing them.

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Daily Prompt Weekly Photo Challenge


This week, show us something that doesn’t maintain a straight line.





Our Babies, We Loved You So Much

Hello friends. Do you have a topic that you have interest in, that you would like to see in a poem or short story vision?
I am looking for new ideas to write about. Please take note that what I write will be made public to the world. I also will credit your name for idea creation.
Silver Blatt ;Another proud parent Relationship between a parent and adult child. Love, companionship, friendship. When that Parent looks back and doesn’t realize when that relationship changed, yet as all parents know, they are always our babies.
Growing up in a rural area is a good thing if you want to have a good chance of raising kids who appreciate our earth, but for some kids, this isn’t so cool.
This is what happened to Jill and Jason, a set of twins.
As kids; they were taught how to milk a cow, hoe the weeds, clean their rooms and not sass their elders. Life seemed good all around until the twins reached their teen years.
High school introduced Jill and her brother to different cultures.Their lives seemed so much more fun than what they were used to.
The twins parents noticed the changes immediately. Attitudes changed. The parents heard some words they had not heard before. They tried getting their children involved more with church; but the kids bucked at the idea.
Many a night, if you were a fly on the wall, you could see the tears flowing and hear the words being prayed. This set of parents wanted children so bad. They were never fortunate enough to have their own; so they sought out adoption, and that is how Jason and Jill came to live with the Owens family.
It was the twins 18th birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Owens had planned a small party of intimate friends and close family. Mom made the cake and together, mom and dad, had colorful envelopes filled with cash birthday gifts.
The party was at 3:00. The clock ticked at 2 and the twins has still not arrived home for their own party. 3 o’clock arrived and went. People were beginning to whisper. Some looked at their watches and wondered if they should leave or stay.
It was almost 4 p.m. when the knock came at the front door. Mr. Owens opened it to see a tall, thin man dressed in a navy blue uniform. On his shirt was a shiny, gold badge, which read police.
He let the cop in and everyone became quiet. All were staring at the officer.” Could we talk in the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Owens?”
The two showed him to a chair at the table. The officer took Mrs. Owens hands in his. “I’m sorry to have to come here on business; but I need to inform you that there was a terrible accident on Route 33. Your son and daughter were killed instantly.”
You could hear a pin drop. Not a word was said. The officer took back his hand and showed himself to the door after asking if he could be of any help. The two shook their heads.
The funeral was planned. Visitation was open. Flowers were delivered. The cars followed one another to the grave site. Everyone softly chatted at the funeral dinner. The rooms emptied. The silence was astounding.
Two weeks later, the parents went to their children’s grave site. So many flowers still sat, but wilting. Dad put his arm around his wife. The two wept. They looked at the tombstone which had been already placed.
It read; Our Babies, We Loved You So Much.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
Silver Blatt
Photo taken by,
Terry Shepherd
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Nothing Like God and Good Friends

Yesterday I felt like I was on my beginning of last months. I felt terrible. I was weak, with a burning headache, gut hurt, tremors acted up. I needed help and so I turned to God and my Facebook friends.

I had a luncheon date with my beautiful granddaughter the next day, which is today, and I didn’t want to miss it. I received many kind words of support and prayers.

I woke up this morning with a slight burning. I was still weak, but not like yesterday. I was able to keep my lunch date. It was a joy to spend time with her, chatting about what lies ahead for her summer.

After that, I had to stop at the store. I wanted to take photos but wasn’t sure I could stand well enough. I thought of a small place near here where I perhaps could take photos from my driver’s seat.

I was right. It was quiet and calm. I took a few shots and then decided I had enough to at least show you and I knew  I would come straight home and edit them and then take a nap.

Well, here are my photos. I shared them here instead of Photos Through My Eyes, my other WP site. Hope you enjoy.

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