Sunset

The setting sun,
meets the ocean.
Dipping down,
greets the sea.

Red swirls,
Burning fire.
The last heat,
Ends the day.

Darkness sinking,
Coming closer.
Cooling sand,
The night is here.

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Where My Heart Belongs

Swiss Alps

Running feet, down the hills,
Laughter and sunshine,
My heart fills.

Wind on my cheeks, rain in my hair,
Thunder and storms,
Birds in the air.

Melting snow, streams a-flowing,
Seasons change,
My heart is growing.

This is the Alps, this home of mine,
Here I breathe, here I love.
This is the Alps, my heart’s true home.

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After a few days of not being very active in the Zero to Hero challenge, I decided to answer today’s assignment – Day 15: Learn more about how visuals influence content, with a blog post. I love when people are able to include just the right photos with their writing, and I will try and see if I can get better at doing that myself.

In other Zero to Hero news, I’ve also been playing around with Pinterest as a source for visual inspiration, but more of that in a different post!

Liebster Award – Nominations

When I was nominated to a Liebester Award by Chris Musgrave, I was unsure how to go about it. I just felt extremely honoured that he thought of my blog when nominating, and I hope that by nominating a few blogs myself, I can pass on that feeling to someone else.

Before posting my nominations, I will follow Chris’ example and briefly sum up the guidelines regarding accepting the Liebster Award:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
2. You must answer the 10 questions given to you by the nominee before you. (That list is below the nominations.)
3. You must nominate 5 – 10 of your favorite blogs with fewer than 200 followers and notify them of their nomination.
4. You must come up with 10 questions for your nominees to answer.

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My nominees for the Liebster Award, in no particular order, are:

  • Chasing Rabbits
  • Adventures in Writing
  • “Aspernaut” and other musings…
  • Sunrise Adventures
  • Apropos of nothing
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    My questions for those bloggers:

    1. What is one thing you would like to achieve with your blog?

    2. What’s your favorite way of expressing yourself?

    3. If you were an animal, what would you be?

    4. Where’s your perfect place to relax?

    5. What’s your favourite book?

    6. If you were a superhero, what super power would you have?

    7. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?

    8. What’s your favourite time of the day?

    9. Book or movie?

    10. Summer, winter, spring or fall?

    The Chase

    Cloaked figures hiding,
    Pressing close,
    Seeking shelter.

    Wind over sunburned fields,
    Hoofs galloping,
    Echoing hills.

    Danger is coming,
    Evil is near.
    There’s no time for stopping,
    No greater fear.

    Birds in the sky,
    Black thunder,
    Chasing, running wild.

    Through forest,
    Over mountain,
    Through darkness and fear.

    Danger is coming,
    Evil is near.
    There’s no time for stopping,
    No greater fear.

    Outnumbered and few,
    On knees and on hands
    We search in our souls,
    United we stand.

    This short poem was written with inspiration from one of my favourite books, a book which has been made into a movie not that many years ago. 

    Onwards we go

    The sound of thunder,
    Rain splashing on the ground.
    Lightning striking,
    Faltering, falling.

    Hands reaching for the sky,
    Feet on wooden floors.
    Branches and thorns,
    Mountains to climb.

    Rays of sunlight,
    Looking through the clouds.
    Wind rushing,
    Fluttering, flying.

    Heads bending in the wind,
    Shoulders squared and strong.
    Burns and scratches,
    Rivers to cross.

    Through wind and through rain,
    Over mountain and field.
    Always moving, never stopping.
    Always trying,
    Always reaching.
    Onwards we go.

    Loneliness

    Wandering, forever walking.
    Bright light, burning on my face.
    People are running,
    Their voices talking.
    Crushing, slowly breaking.
    I do not know.

    Voices surrounding me, deafening.
    Quiet, but oh so loud.
    I hear them clearly,
    I hear them beckoning,
    Pushing and shattering.
    I do not understand.

    People everywhere, clinging.
    Burning eyes on fire.
    They look at me.
    I am falling, failing.
    They do not see.
    Do not understand.

    I am alone.
    A flower, a rock, a tree standing tall.
    Always walking onwards.
    I will succeed.