One Picture Stories
A challenge for your photography: One Picture Stories. Combine short text with a single image that, together, convey a story greater than the sum of its parts. The text should not be about the image (as it is for In Focus articles), nor should the image directly illustrate the text. Instead, the image should amplify the thought or feeling the text describes. Complex and difficult, yes, hence the challenge.
To submit a jpeg image and text send it to info@wasatchcameraclub.com. Please use our standard image file naming format (lastname_firstname_image-title.jpg).
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Ultima Thule
Read More: Ultima ThuleNorth, we go! Leaving soon these green and black Shores of Disko, setting forth Arktos-bound, seeking not Hyperborea nor Ultima Thule, but rather…
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Watcher of the Skies
Read More: Watcher of the SkiesOutside, the world sighsGrumbles, laments and cries.Inside quiet he lies:The Watcher of the Skies. The night is our eyes,Sleep not through its dark…
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Go Climb That Mountain
Read More: Go Climb That MountainBecause in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain. …
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Tightrope
Read More: TightropeIs there a gift so true as to be real,When there is much to see but not to feel?Trust, a dulled sword cutting…
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The Day is Not Done
Read More: The Day is Not DoneThe day is not done until we play Run fierce, no concern or dismay The now is ours, with chalk and blank…
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Drifting
Read More: DriftingTumble and drift through the languid flow Cast shadows and shade dim the sun’s glow Airy ships on a sea of light go…
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The Scent of Remembrance
Read More: The Scent of RemembranceBurning a joss stick, memories flow. Was it just yesterday? I think no. Years passed and past time of youthful glow. Try and…
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Borderline
Read More: BorderlineAs she sat by the fire and wept, the prairie wind pushed relentlessly against the pane. Her treasured items lay strewn along the…
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Mysteries
Read More: MysteriesMysteries are arduous mountains to climb. Tracks may shift, lead astray, disappear. Firm ground give way to soft sands. Blue skies change to…
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Ghosts of the Boschaud
Read More: Ghosts of the BoschaudWith closed eyes and the wind rustling a line of trees behind her, faintly she heard — or, imagined it was so —…
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Alone
Read More: AloneAlone in this world With memories to comfort My life continues Image & Words by Cindy Costa
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A Question
Read More: A QuestionOften it seems, he had nowhere to go but to a place of his own choosing. It is freedom, of a sort, he…