Cheryle of Lightwalker’s Blog has thrown down the gauntlet and challenged me to the 5 Day Black & White Photo Challenge. It is a lovely white gauntlet, by the way – I pick it up off the dusty, gray earth, brush it off, and hand it back to her. “You had only to ask…”
It’s late, but I’m eager to play. I think about the word “challenge” and feel drawn to the old wooden book stand that still holds the unabridged dictionary with its crooked, broken spine.
There’s a story in there. Within its pages are a thousand words, at least, that I may never write. The book, itself, holds memories – and all the words needed to share them. Though printed in black and white, it holds within its pages every color that has a name. It contains silence, and accusation, fear, and hurt. It is broken, and I broke it. It holds heart and pen, poetry and secrets, truth and fiction. It’s big enough for every synonym for courage.
And there – you see it, don’t you? – therein lies the real challenge.
I slip off my own little white, kid glove and pass the challenge along to… Laurie Hughes Nation. I think I’m supposed to add, “There is no pressure to do this challenge if you are unable to accept. This is for fun.” Suuuure it is. Hey, it’s only five days, not 104! Annnnnd…GO.