Playing with colors of photography
Like a finger painting child you see
I love to play makeing messes all day
Idle hands are the “devils-workshop”
The conclusion of what my Mother would say..
Get to work there’s no time for play
Yet spectrums of rainbows
Insures a renewal of life
Mother I beg you
this hokum brings strife
Stay on your toes!
I’m so distraught!!!
I can’t believe what has happened to my WordPress blog.
Over the last few weeks my site was sluggish and my media wasn’t loading completely, at times it wouldn’t load at all.
My best thinking (and my lack of knowledge) led me to believe that possibly it was the result of the large amount of pictures stored in my WordPress media library.
My solution was to clean out my media library, and
“kill two birds with one stone.”
(For lack of a better term)
First I would dispose of the bulk from my wordpress media library, thus leaving more room for my new pictures.
Secondly my WordPress site would load quickly and easily ensuring it to be more user friendly. Right?
Wrong! Just gos to show how computer savy I am.
I deleted pictures for about an hour.
I probably deleted six or seven hundred photos.
I went to bed that night and when I awoke the next morning, I opened my WordPress blog, and I was utterly shocked!
All those photos I deleted the night before, they were also deleted off of my blogs. I stared at my computer screen in frozen in horror!
Who would believe that if you cleaned your library out that your photographs would also be ripped completely off your blog!
One would think that wordpress would have a pop-up saying,
“this deletion will also delete photos off of your blog,” or something to that affect. My phone and computer warns me with a pop-up saying,
“are you sure you want to delete this picture?” How hard would that be for WordPress to do this? (Never mind)
My first rational thought was to find a solution, easy right? I started surfing the web franticly for some kind of logical solution, but this was to no avail.
Next, I called my daughter Brandy,
for I had remembered she had taken a WordPress class last year.
She informed me that the only way to fix the problem was to open my dashboard, then pull my blogs into edit. I would then have to re-add my backup pictures that were stored on my computer; I would also have to remember which photos go where?
Shouldn’t be to hard right? Considering I only have to sort through ten or eleven thousand pictures stored on my T B
There’s approximately two hundred and fifty blogs to pull.
The next step would be to download a WordPress plug-in to avoid this horrible situation in the future. “Great.”
I was clueless in regards to the importance of this plugin. I guess that’s the cost for not reading the fine print `~°•○☆~sob sob~☆○•°~÷♡ or the cost of not enrolling in a WordPress class at my neighborhood university. ÷(
I honestly feel like deleting my four hundred thirty blogs and starting over!
I’m not quite sure what I’ll do at this point for I’m too emotionally involved.
If anyone has any expertise on this process, maybe an easier way (?) [Crossing my fingers]++++++++
please feel free to share.
Sincerely,
Distraught-dawnasong
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[by Dawna Bowles (C) 2014]
I went for my usual monthly check up today. I have some health issues at present, (short term).
While waiting for the doctor I gazed around this empty, pale, and lifeless room. My first thought was,
“Doctor’s offices are so depressing.”
Then it hit me, I was being negative, something I’m trying to rid myself of.
Embracing positivity has been my daily goal for the last year.
When I realized where my train of thought had taken me I stopped, closed my eyes,and felt the stillness of the room. Opening my eyes with a new perspective, I looked up and much to my surprise there was a tiny sign hanging up at the very top of the ceiling beyond eye level. It said “joy.”
It was such an inspiration! Another reminder that if we look for the good we’ll find it. My mind and spirit felt so joyful.
I began to study the entire room to see if I missed something else that might increase my level of consciousness.
Much to my amazement, I noticed this precious little tree peeking through a tiny window situated also out of eye level.
I snapped a few shots and felt an overwhelming confirmation that everything was going to be alright,
as long as I see and feel the joy in our world. It’s everywhere just look around you. See for yourself.
I know love brings joy and it heals us, our minds, bodies and spirits.
Life it good. Louis Armstrong said it best, ” It’s a wonderful world. ”
The beautiful little window with the precious tree.
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[ (C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles] unless posted otherwise.
I want to run
I want to scream
I want to tear down these
Dammed iron walls
My mouth frozen
Bitter secrets of my soul
Yet the need is extreme
And painfully old
This woman steals my innocence
She steals my eyes without consent
A nightmare captured
In her wicked schemes
A part of me hates her
A part of me dreams
Then I realize she protects me
A camouflage a shield
Her voice commands
I hide behind her strength
I’m a frightened little girl
I pretend that everything’s okay
The only thing that i know that’s real
Is the sadness that I feel
I know the clouds inside my eyes
Will eventually go away
Peace just peace sought to no avail
A sightless visionary contemplating
The destiny of her eyes
The only thing to be authentic
are the clouds in my skies
That is the only place
That my love soars
Excluding
All
Lies…
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[ (C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles] unless posted otherwise.
Acrylic painting ~ {Reflections}
[by Dawna Bowles (C) 2012]
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[ (C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles] unless posted otherwise.
Load another gun
It’s a double edged sword
Survive or die
I just want to fly
She is my only friend
Just rock’n and aching
Again and again
Longing to kiss her
She bites me once more
The hell is constant
I hate the damn whore
She tore me apart
Then nailed me to the floor
She kissed me from my
Head to my arm I adore
Then slammed me again
And again whispering
Sweet nothings to
Fool me once more
She left me for dead
In the still of the night
I hate her I love her
With all of my might
She’s deadly and seductive
So be as it may
I stopped going over
To her den to be played
Goodbye
Blood
Sucking
Harlot
I
Can’t
Or
Ill
Die…
Neil Young
Said
It
Best
“The
Queen
Is
A
Whore”)))))
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All pictures and poetry are…
[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014] (unless posted otherwise)
What do they mean?
Awake
Your
Spirit
Observe
Signals
Indication
Forewarning
Alert
Obvious
Shouting
Echos
Gesticulate
Proof
Mayday
Tocsin
Becons
Trumpet
Sounds
Provoked
To
Choose
Whom
You
Will
Serve…
“Because you’re going to have to serve somebody.”
Bob Dylan
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All pictures and poetry are…
[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014] (unless posted otherwise)
Another end to a beautiful day. Gratitude! It’s what keeps me alive! Good night all my wonderful, creative, amazing bloggers on WordPress…you all rock my world!!!
Peace & love
Dawnasong
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
You are always on my mind…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
In regards to the Versatile Blogger I’m traveling. I’m using my phone at present.
I apologize for my annoying phone that absolutely refused to accept the names of the bloggers I nominated.
I hope the first award I posted was legible.
The rules are
1. Tell us seven random things about yourself.
2. Present this award to seven of your favorite blogging.
I nominated these blogs because they are wonderful and great!
1. Hitandrun1964
2. Baxbell
3. bullroain
4. Cpsington42
5. mathew992
6. BlogWoman
7. iosatel
Again I sincerely apologize for the utter mess I made in trying to present this award.
I love all of your blogs. They are creative, fun, and lovely. And I hope you too can present seven bloggers with this award.
Published by Dawna Bowles
from WordPress [(C)2014]
Memories of truth were told
Frozen hearts brick walls of bold
Separated love instilling fear
Damned to hell the stories told
Hidden by the lifeless wall
Fraudulent schemes consistently
Shameless echoes from their halls
Raped my soul in trade for gain
Before consciousness began
Raging storms a thousand years
Rivers filled with sinners tears
Comparing worn tattered clothes
To their priceless royal robes
Forced to shrink while they grin
Stain glass divides truth from sin
Cunning artifice a guise
Facticity
From
hollowd
eyes
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by Dawna Bowles (C)2014
This is Tinker. She is preparing her attire for the party at the coop. She is anticipating an invitation…she loves Easter parties. Chocolate is her favorite treat. Little chicks she would love to see along with bunnies wearing slippers!
You see…
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by Dawna Bowles (C)2014
Abandoned, deserted, forsaken and torn, I was grateful for an ability to see and adorn.
Biodegradable awaiting their storm.
They anticipate in silence as they fade with a mourn,
A decade of waiting
they will be reborn
Invisible particles an atom reformed
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by Dawna Bowles (C)2014
Living on the other side of the tracks
Looking in from the outside
Pennys are more enjoyable flat
Bare feet run swiftly on iron bars
Looking out from the inside
They are simply mortified
Waves from the trains caboose
Brought smiles in spite of their rebuke
Another end to a sunny day
Would you join us
If you had your way
One Saturday afternoon as I was driving along I noticed this abandoned house on the side of the road.
I felt compelled to pull into the driveway.
Approaching the house I saw a beautiful untamed bush decorated with the most lovely scarlet flowers.
I stood in awe of the glaring contrast between the broken structure and the flowers.
With eyes of love I smiled at the flowers
The flowers feeling my love smiled back at me with a shyness, fot they hadn’t been observed by a human eye in over a decade.
Suddenly I felt the old house and his sadness, due to his years of neglect.
I glanced up at my large old friend,
And loved him for the first time.
He was broken yet not defeated.
He humbly glanced down at me in shame of his condition. He said,
“Did you know that I used to be as lovely as the scarlet flowers”
For years she has been my only friend.
I felt as though I was frozen in a moment of time when this old house thought his eyes would never meet mine.
Saddened to see his abide
A sructural demise, foretold that entropy has no prejudice Just ageing collide.
I still loved him profoundly and he did know, even more for his stories untold, for inside of him was a heart of purest gold.
(Love wins)
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[by Dawna D. Bowles
(C) 2014]
Oh my I am indeed surprised
To see you back so soon
I had a few lonely nights
My dreams of you made me bloom
Thoughts of you provoked me to feel light
Did you bring your camera tonight
We could show the world my grin
Look at my silhouetted limbs
I practiced to be great while you were gone so that I might sing a lovely song
Will you be my friend forever and a
Starry Starry night
Naught allowing them to cut me
To a hollowed trunk
Did you catch that smile
It was the best ~**smiling**~
☆~snap°•○~●☆snap°•○●☆snap○•☆
Oh I look handsome°•○●~blushing~°•○
Thank you for taking the time
You did catch a good side of mine
Will you come back tomorrow
And stay with me
It gets terribly lonesome
Without my best friend and me
Goodnight sweet dreams
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[by Dawna D. Bowles
(C) 2014]
Standing exposed
on top of a building
Screaming to the world
Can you hear my cries
Do you feel my pain
I dare you to open your eyes
My entirety is so insane
He’s tired of running
Just wants to be free
They walk on by and
Prentend they do not see
The blood of the homeless
Dieing to be loved
His pain he can no longer hide
He jumps
He screams
Can’t you see?
Can’t your hear?
Can’t you feel?
He lies broken
Wanting to be
Healed…
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[by Dawna D. Bowles
(C) 2014]
Nights get lonesone I’m always alone
Thank you for recognizing my lovely leaves and throne
Will you be my friend
So lovely tonight can you feel the breeze
Take one more picture I’m not really shy
I can lift you up so you’ll be able to kiss the sky
My elbows are worn and slightly dry
Will you be my friend until the end
The world has been scary
It forced me to hide
They say my toughness makes me ruff but they don’t know how I feel inside
If you’ll be my friend
My love I’ll reveal
If you only knew how blessed I would feel
I hid my heart for many long years
Afraid they would cut me and bring me to tears
You are the first human ever to bring a camera for me
My first picture ever
I’m excited to see
Would you be my friend
I love you I do
Will you share my picture with the whole world too
Show them my leaves, my trunk and my throne
Im tired of sitting afraid and alone
I’ve never been admired before
Will you be my friend
Some human I could adore
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Dawna Bowles (C) 2014
I don’t want to be here anymore it hurts too much to stay. Years ago I lost my sight on a reapers vengeful night.
The cursing vengeance snached out my heart, leaving me for dead. comatose, seven years gone by, only life to dread.
I want to go back home.
But it’s so far away, for tyranny has painted it lies, black, and gray.
Loosing everything I knew. I’m homeless so it seems, four wheels of steel tied tightly to my chest.
I’ll travel where the homeless dwell; a place excepting of my hell. No room for lies in their prison, just exposure for the prey.
Unwilling to be in this place, another sleepless face of naught. I’m going homeless where I belong, no judgment on their tongues.
Tomorrow my journey home.
A beginning of my debts. I don’t want to be here any more, it hurts too much!
[(C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles]
Expectation, is a premeditated resentment.
Allow them to take failure , not as a measure of their worth, but as a chance for a new start.
(By The Wizard of Oz
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