Photo: I see faces – August 2016

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Etol Bagam

Sometimes I take pictures of odd stuff, and a few months ago I liked the pattern of the fat in the water when washing a frying pan, so I grabbed my camera and snapped a picture of it.

Last month I discovered this challenge and going through some old pictures I saw not one, but 2 faces, on the fatty bubbles of my frying pan.
One of a sort of a big-eyed jelly monster, and the other of a creature with flowing hair…

Can you see them?

If not, you can check them here.

This post was written in response to I See Faces from August 2016.

Life

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Etol Bagam

A loud THUD, then silence.

His body falls to the ground.

I run to check on him.

His eyes are still open and expressive.

I can hear the drum of his heart.

Good! There is still life on him.

WeeklyPrompt21

This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Prompt #21, which this week prompts for the words:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eye Spy

Posted on December 4, 2015 by Etol Bagam

Owls are animals famous for being nocturnal hunters. But not every owl is nocturnal. Some like to be active and hunt during the day.

A couples years ago, I attended a falconism exhibition and learned that the eye color of the owls can give you a hint on their habits. Then, today, as I was preparing this post, I decided to do a little research on that, just to confirm and realized there is also a third type, the crepuscular.

And I just happen to have pictures from all three, taken on the exhibition I mentioned above. Here they are:

Dark eyes in owls that like to hunt at night – nocturnal

Yellow eyes for owls that like to hunt during daylight – diurnal

Orange eyes for owls that prefer hunting around dawn or dusk – crepuscular

This post was written in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Eye Spy

Blue sea

Posted on August 17, 2015 by Etol Bagam

The last thing I remember was asking the waiter to bring my burger with no cheese and no bun, but wrapped in lettuce instead.

Then suddenly I was flying over a crystalline blue sea. Or maybe it was a lake, as it was very round. The color was the prettiest blue/turquoise color I have ever seen. Right at the middle of all that blueness, there was a black circle, like an island. No. Not an island, as it was deep rather than going up the surface. More like a black hole.

The hole started to drag myself into it and I felt like falling. Free fall into the depths of it, surrounded by the sea of blue. But I didn’t feel afraid. I actually felt great. As good as I have ever been in my life.

A sense of tranquility and calmness struck me and I felt just happy. Extremely happy!

Then I hear my name being called. At first very faintly, then a bit louder.

“Stacy?”

The call was louder and clearer now and I feel myself flying back up very fast, getting farther and farther away from the back hole, from the crystalline blue, which turns out is surrounded by a white smooth surface…

Then I finally come back to reality and I see some worry on his eyes.

“Are you ok? You looked like you were lost for a while.”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just got a bit distracted. Sorry. But what were you saying?”

And to myself: “Lost alright. On the depths of you pretty blue eyes…”

This post was written in response to the Literary Lion: Eye writting challenge.
The pretty eyes pictured above are from my neighbor, image cropped and edited to make the color pop up more and also to protect his identity.