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).

 

  • Adrift

    Lost —We’ve lost our wayThe path obliterated by a thousand reasonsBuried by ten thousand excusesYielding endless choices and no decisions Desolation beckons —Yawning…

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  • Saharan Sleep

    A timeless song drifting on warm airs.Motes dancing in twilight’s fading beams.Clear night settling, ancient suns dancing.The Dark … calming, cooling, caressing.Embraced we…

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  • The Gift

    Tenacious it isTaking root, seeking the lightWind, rain companions Words and Image Jeff Clay

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  • A decaying old piano sits in a field with a storm on the horizon behind

    Forgotten Melody

    How did that song go?Shuffling our feetMusic from the pianoSo warm and sweet Belting togetherChorus and verseDuet foreverFor better or worse But harmony…

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  • Wander, Wonder

    Time and tide has but left us to beAlone to wander the land the seaGifted each and one to wonder freeWith little hazard…

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  • Sentinel

    Under skies brightI stand uprightSparse it may rainStill I remainSun hurts me notPerched crows my lotCome back next yearI will be hereUnbendableI Sentinel…

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  • Celestial Seas

    Unfettered, sail heavenwards — on wings of ionsThrough gates of gossamer glow — into wondrous realmsStarry way-posts beckoning — worlds to discoverSoar in…

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  • Ultima Thule

    North, 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

    Outside, 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

    Because 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

    Is 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

    The 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

    Tumble 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

    Burning 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

    As 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

    Mysteries 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

    With 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

    Alone in this world With memories to comfort  My life continues   Image & Words by Cindy Costa

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  • A Question

    Often it seems, he had nowhere to go but to a place of his own choosing. It is freedom, of a sort, he…

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