It’s time again. It’s time for you to write the story. Todd and I were out driving around when I captured this photo. Write me a story.
Your Story is a SethSnap series in which you get to decide the story behind the photo. You can write a story, a poem or even just one word. You decide. Open your favorite writing program, turn on the spell check and go!
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Past Your Story articles:
Your Story: Country
Your Story: Blue Bank
Your Story: The View
Your Story: Forgotten
Your Story: Night and Day
Your Story: The Tree
Your Story:Front Yard
Your Store:Whispers of darkness
I recognize this temperature.
Viveka, I most of us do. 🙂
Great Shot! Thanks for sharing =)
Thanks Ana Lucia.
There is something lonely about this.
I think it’s the cold and the white of the snow.
Seth, is this something I can blog about and link back to your page? Forgive me, I am new to this but very intrigued…
Yes you can.
My story: Oh Lord fill the dry places with water refreshing and abide with me in the wilderness areas of my life until you deliver me.
Thank you for sharing and good photo shot.
Open field of grass
Under the white winter clouds
Good one Charles.
It’s horribly frigggggin cold!!
Sway this way. Sway that way. Turn. Dip. Sway. Through the ice covered field she danced. She held out her hands and let the cold caress her fair skin. His drum throbbed in her blood. He beat out a rhythm old as the winter, old as snow. Sway step. Sway step. The wind took her up. It blew out her hair. The frozen grass cracked and crinkled with the breeze. He tapped out a quick beat. Around and around she spun…for the last time she danced in the winter cold before sleeping for the spring
Beautiful words. Thanks!
I don’t have a story for the picture, but it looks exactly like our back forty growing up in northern Minnesota.
I think the “My Story” idea is such a great idea. What an awesome way to encourage participation and a great way to gleam some creativity from others.
Thanks! Glad you like my idea. I love Minnesota. But, I’ve only been to MSP area. I do have a good friend who lives in Battle Lake, I think in the summer. We plan to visit her sometime soon.
Cold crisp air.
How did I get here?
How do I get home?
Frigid and frosty,
Stiff, yet fragile
writing and photography. a picture truly is worth a thousand words. I dig this. inspired me to write something again. btw, thanks for liking my post.
You are welcome. Thanks for visiting.
Finally, I have written my story. you can check it out. http://wp.me/p2DY2R-4C Thanks again, really inspired me to write.
The last time I touched your hand so cold
I said goodbye
with a far off longing look
I saw the opens fields
Cover in snow
We were the first
to leave footprints
No thought for tomorrow
No thought of goodbye
Wonderful!! Thanks Steve.
THE ENDLESS GRAY OF WINTER
The sky is painted endless gray
Tall fields of winter wheat
A promise of a brighter day
The world beneath your feet
Great job! Love it. Thanks.
The frost pixies have been overworked in those fields as of late, it seems.
Yes they have. 🙂
Winters companions arenow waiting for spring
The birds are chirping, a new tune they sing
I watch the two of you play with a string
I heard the alarm go off..tring tring
The way the line up stands silently in wait
I think, Spring will be early , no chance of it to be late
I love you winter, but what can we do
Spring is the time, everyone says, I love you:)
The dry brush crinkles beneath my feet as I walk through the field. I stop and let the quiet settle over me. The bitter coldness numbs my face, nips at my ears, and penetrates through my coat. Of course my feet are cold because I never wear socks. I don’t give it a second thought when I slip on my shoes, but now I long for the warmth of socks. I try to ignore the bitter cold wind and look to the sky. Grey clouds cover the sun, but tomorrow it may get a chance to shine. Despite the cold and greyness of the day, I think of you and wonder where you are.
Reblogged this on Green Light Student Travel and commented:
What’s your story?
Thanks for the reblog.
Of course! It was interesting!
I stand in the middle,
between the forest and the field.
Alone, yet, I am surrounded by beauty.
Winter captures us at our most vulnerable.
But, we know a warmth that creates color
from the dark, gray, days of winter.
Wow, great job. 🙂
Thank you; loved the photo!
I love this concept, man. Good stuff.
Thanks cat collector.
As I pulled into the driveway, past the open field where the cold announced itself with colorless grass and snow-capped weeds, I could smell the aroma coming from inside the old farmhouse. It reminded me of winter days spent with an elderly woman who baked bread in an iron oven above the flames in the fireplace. A big pot of stew would have been simmering on top of the the old wood-stove. A house of warmth with delicious aromas, yet the heart of the mistress was as cold as the winter day.
Great words. I love the “cold announced itself”
Thanks. Cold it announcing itself in my neck of the woods tonight. Expecting sleet and snow. I am excited. 🙂
as i looked beyond..
i thought to catch a glimpse of the end..
but it is then that the truth came tumbling forward..
the father i shall go..
the farther ahead the road will be…
because what is an end but a fresh start..!
my hands wiggle in their gloves
and move to my pockets
the ears still feel cold
but I’m so glad
I dressed in layers
Yes, great words. 🙂 Thanks Geo.
Brittle with ice, the twig snapped under his weight; the sound amplified by the sullen silence of the frozen field. The startled buck searched in vain for the source of the sound, ears pricked and eyes seeking. The hunter held his breath and lifted the site to his eye. The old stag returned to scraping at the barren earth, trying to find something to nourish a stomach that has lived through one too many harsh winters. Breath in…breath out…breath in…breath out pull. Red now bathed the field, sending tendrils of steam into the air as the crows gathered for a welcome winter’s feast.
Ahh. I didn’t want him to die. 🙂 Great story.
Your photos are inspiring, so much so I’m packing my camera and spending a couple of days down South coast; will take lots of pics. Thank you!
my word: crisp
crisp air, crispy crunch of frost under foot, crispy crunch of frozen grasses, crisp colors and muted sunlight in the winter air.
Great word. Thanks. 🙂
Darkest before the light………
…..Coldest before the warmth
I’m a bit late, but better late than never…
bitter cold winds tear at the soul
biting and gnawing on bones
stinging eyes, fingers and toes
forming crystals on things exposed
the cold is more icy and aloof
as grey clouds cover the blue
the sun’s warmth will disappear
an arctic mood will exist
because time has its own order
we must suffer the cold
till the moment warmth return …
Wow, thanks! Nah, you are not late. Perfect.
thank you Seth…I would like to post my verses I did for your photos on my blog…may I post your corresponding photo(with a link back to your blog) with each verse or would you rather I just explained about the photo and linked to each post? Either works for me… 🙂
Standing here, admiring the scene, I look around, thinking about a story. Then I realize it’s too damn cold to be standing here, so I head back to the warmth of the car. 🙂
Ha ha. Sounds like you. Thanks John.
So, you’re picking up on my theme of not being fond of cold, huh? 🙂
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Chilly post..here! http://wp.me/p2K5ui-1h5 ..done yay..thx Seth..
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cows were feeling so cold that they sat beside each other to feel warmer, but one was a stranger that could not get into the group still feeling the harsh and cold winter and snow…
Awe. Poor stranger cow.