Reflections: Summer Short Story

Reflections: Summer Short Story

June 27 / 17

Hello, all. It’s that time again and since summer has arrived, might as well keep up with the summer theme. Found a sci-fi short story titled All Summer In A Day by Ray Bradbury. It was published in the March 1954 issue of The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. I hope you like it….


All Summer in a Day
By Ray Bradbury

“Ready ?”
“Now ?”
“Do the scientists really know? Will it
happen today, will it ?”
“Look, look; see for yourself !”
The children pressed to each other like so
many roses, so many weeds, intermixed,
peering out for a look at the hidden sun.
It rained.
It had been raining for seven years;
thousands upon thousands of days
compounded and filled from one end to the
other with rain, with the drum and gush of
water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers
and the concussion of storms so heavy they
were tidal waves come over the islands. A
thousand forests had been crushed under
the rain and grown up a thousand times to
be crushed again. And this was the way life
was forever on the planet Venus, and this
was the schoolroom of the children of the
rocket men and women who had come to a
raining world to set up civilization and live
out their lives.
“It’s stopping, it’s stopping !”
“Yes, yes !”
Margot stood apart from them, from these
children who could ever remember a time
when there wasn’t rain and rain and rain.
They were all nine years old, and if there
had been a day, seven years ago, when the
sun came out for an hour and showed its
face to the stunned world, they could not
recall. Sometimes, at night, she heard them
stir, in remembrance, and she knew they
were dreaming and remembering gold or a
yellow crayon or a coin large enough to buy
the world with. She knew they thought they
remembered a warmness, like a blushing in
the face, in the body, in the arms and legs
and trembling hands. But then they always
awoke to the tatting drum, the endless
shaking down of clear bead necklaces upon
the roof, the walk, the gardens, the forests,
and their dreams were gone.
All day yesterday they had read in class
about the sun. About how like a lemon it
was, and how hot. And they had written
small stories or essays or poems about it: I
think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just
one hour. That was Margot’s poem, read
in a quiet voice in the still classroom while
the rain was falling outside.
“Aw, you didn’t write that!” protested one
of the boys.
“I did,” said Margot. “I did.”
“William!” said the teacher.
But that was yesterday. Now the rain was
slackening and the children were crushed in
the great thick windows.
Where’s teacher ?”
“She’ll be back.”
“She’d better hurry, we’ll miss it !”
They turned on themselves, like a
feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes. Margot
stood alone. She was a very frail girl who
looked as if she had been lost in the rain for
years and the rain had washed out the blue
from her eyes and the red from her mouth
and the yellow from her hair. She was an old
photograph dusted from an album, whitened
away, and if she spoke at all her voice would
be a ghost. Now she stood, separate,
staring at the rain and the loud wet world
beyond the huge glass.
“What’re you looking at ?” said William.
Margot said nothing.
“Speak when you’re spoken to.”
He gave her a shove. But she did not
move; rather she let herself be moved only
by him and nothing else. They edged away
from her, they would not look at her. She felt
them go away. And this was because she
would play no games with them in the
echoing tunnels of the underground city. If
they tagged her and ran, she stood blinking
after them and did not follow. When the
class sang songs about happiness and life
and games her lips barely moved. Only
when they sang about the sun and the
summer did her lips move as she watched
the drenched windows. And then, of course,
the biggest crime of all was that she had
come here only five years ago from Earth,
and she remembered the sun and the way
the sun was and the sky was when she was
four in Ohio. And they, they had been on
Venus all their lives, and they had been only
two years old when last the sun came out
and had long since forgotten the color and
heat of it and the way it really was.
But Margot remembered.
“It’s like a penny,” she said once, eyes
“No it’s not!” the children cried.
“It’s like a fire,” she said, “in the stove.”
“You’re lying, you don’t remember !” cried
the children.
But she remembered and stood quietly
apart from all of them and watched the
patterning windows. And once, a month ago,
she had refused to shower in the school
shower rooms had clutched her hands to
her ears and over her head, screaming the
water mustn’t touch her head. So after that,
dimly, dimly, she sensed it, she was different
and they knew her difference and kept
away. There was talk that her father and
mother were taking her back to Earth next
year; it seemed vital to her that they do so,
though it would mean the loss of thousands
of dollars to her family. And so, the children
hated her for all these reasons of big and
little consequence. They hated her pale
snow face, her waiting silence, her thinness,
and her possible future.
“Get away !” The boy gave her another
push. “What’re you waiting for?”
Then, for the first time, she turned and
looked at him. And what she was waiting for
was in her eyes.
“Well, don’t wait around here !” cried the
boy savagely. “You won’t see nothing!”
Her lips moved.
“Nothing !” he cried. “It was all a joke,
wasn’t it?” He turned to the other children.
“Nothing’s happening today. Is it ?”
They all blinked at him and then,
understanding laughed and shook their
“Nothing, nothing !”
“Oh, but,” Margot whispered, her eyes
helpless. “But this is the day, the scientists
predict, they say, they know, the sun…”
“All a joke !” said the boy, and seized her
roughly. “Hey, everyone, let’s put her in a
closet before the teacher comes !”
“No,” said Margot, falling back.
They surged about her, caught her up and
bore her, protesting, and then pleading, and
then crying, back into a tunnel, a room, a
closet, where they slammed and locked the
door. They stood looking at the door and
saw it tremble from her beating and throwing
herself against it. They heard her muffled
cries. Then, smiling, he turned and went out
and back down the tunnel, just as the
teacher arrived.
“Ready, children ?” She glanced at her
“Yes !” said everyone.
“Are we all here ?”
“Yes !”
The rain slacked still more.
They crowded to the huge door.
The rain stopped.
It was as if, in the midst of a film
concerning an avalanche, a tornado, a
hurricane, a volcanic eruption, something
had, first, gone wrong with the sound
apparatus, thus muffling and finally cutting
off all noise, all of the blasts and
repercussions and thunders, and then,
second, ripped the film from the projector
and inserted in its place a beautiful tropical
slide which did not move or tremor. The
world ground to a standstill. The silence was
so immense and unbelievable that you felt
your ears had been stuffed or you had lost
your hearing altogether. The children put
their hands to their ears. They stood apart.
The door slid back and the smell of the
silent, waiting world came into them.
The sun came out.
It was the color of flaming bronze and it
was very large. And the sky around it was a
blazing blue tile color. And the jungle burned
with sunlight as the children, released from
their spell, rushed out, yelling into the
“Now, don’t go too far,” called the teacher
after them. “You’ve only two hours, you
know. You wouldn’t want to get caught out !”
But they were running and turning their
faces up to the sky and feeling the sun on
their cheeks like a warm iron; they were
taking off their jackets and letting the sun
burn their arms.
“Oh, it’s better than the sun lamps, isn’t it
“Much, much better !”
They stopped running and stood in the
great jungle that covered Venus, that grew
and never stopped growing, tumultuously,
even as you watched it. It was a nest of
octopi, clustering up great arms of flesh like
weed, wavering, flowering in this brief
spring. It was the color of rubber and ash,
this jungle, from the many years without sun.
It was the color of stones and white cheeses
and ink, and it was the color of the moon.
The children lay out, laughing, on the
jungle mattress, and heard it sigh and
squeak under them resilient and alive. They
ran among the trees, they slipped and fell,
they pushed each other, they played hide-and-seek
and tag, but most of all they
squinted at the sun until the tears ran down
their faces; they put their hands up to that
yellowness and that amazing blueness and
they breathed of the fresh, fresh air and
listened and listened to the silence which
suspended them in a blessed sea of no
sound and no motion. They looked at
everything and savored everything. Then,
wildly, like animals escaped from their
caves, they ran and ran in shouting circles.
They ran for an hour and did not stop
And then –
In the midst of their running one of the
girls wailed.
Everyone stopped.
The girl, standing in the open, held out
her hand.
“Oh, look, look,” she said, trembling.
They came slowly to look at her opened
In the center of it, cupped and huge, was
a single raindrop. She began to cry, looking
at it. They glanced quietly at the sun.
“Oh. Oh.”
A few cold drops fell on their noses and
their cheeks and their mouths. The sun
faded behind a stir of mist. A wind blew cold
around them. They turned and started to
walk back toward the underground house,
their hands at their sides, their smiles
vanishing away.
A boom of thunder startled them and like
leaves before a new hurricane, they tumbled
upon each other and ran. Lightning struck
ten miles away, five miles away, a mile, a
half mile. The sky darkened into midnight in
a flash.
They stood in the doorway of the
underground for a moment until it was
raining hard. Then they closed the door and
heard the gigantic sound of the rain falling in
tons and avalanches, everywhere and
“Will it be seven more years ?”
“Yes. Seven.”
Then one of them gave a little cry.
“Margot !”
“What ?”
“She’s still in the closet where we locked
They stood as if someone had driven
them, like so many stakes, into the floor.
They looked at each other and then looked
away. They glanced out at the world that
was raining now and raining and raining
steadily. They could not meet each other’s
glances. Their faces were solemn and pale.
They looked at their hands and feet, their
faces down.
One of the girls said, “Well… ?”
No one moved.
“Go on,” whispered the girl.
They walked slowly down the hall in the
sound of cold rain. They turned through the
doorway to the room in the sound of the
storm and thunder, lightning on their faces,
blue and terrible. They walked over to the
closet door slowly and stood by it.
Behind the closet door was only silence.
They unlocked the door, even more
slowly, and let Margot out.


Enjoy the rest of your Tuesday and be blessed.
















featured image: Mrs. Russell's Classroom

Creative Close-Up: There Is Good Music….You Just Have to Look For It

Creative Close-Up: There Is Good Music….You Just Have to Look For It

June 26 / 17

I’m sure most of you are guilty of asking this question, is there any good music out there? Any great music groups, singers, rappers, etc.? Is there any good music at all? I’m guilty of this myself.

Each decade, music has evolved. At times music was good and sometimes it can be bad. We’ve nodded our heads to singers and groups we agreed with and covered our ears in disdain to those we don’t agree with.  I’ve always been one of those people who gave each genre of music a chance. So, what I’m trying to say is that there is good music out there. All you have to do is look for it.

Looking to the Past

I used to have my old records from my youth, but I don’t have them anymore. I do wish I could’ve saved them though because vinyl has slowly made its way back. I grew up during the 80s and do I miss those days. That’s when music was really interesting. I can list many of the songs I grew up with. Let’s Dance by David Bowie, Rock the Casbah by the Clash, Luther Vandross, Michael Jackson, Adam Ant, Duran Duran, New Edition….yeah I can name them and thank God for Apple Music, Spotify, Tidal and other music streaming sites. Just to pull up music from the past makes it worthwhile. You start to discover music your parents grew up with. At first, you think it’s no good, but that changes when you start to listen, really listen. I’ve rediscovered Nina Simone and Doris Day. Peter Frampton’s Do You Feel Like We Do from Frampton Comes Alive album is one of my faves that I sometimes play over and over. Discovering songs from the past brings not only the music but the artist and songwriter who put it on the map. It brings back a fresh sound all over again.

New Blood

There are really great new artists out there that have made waves with great music. It’s like shifting through grains of sand. Your hearing all this noise of new music. There are some artists who have me hooked, like Kendrick Lamar, Chance the Rapper, Disclosure, Rebecca Ferguson, the list goes on. You know that these and other artists will be here for a long time and are not going anywhere.

Yeah, even those that have pushed their talent into TV just to get discovered. If it wasn’t for American Idol, we wouldn’t know anything about Kelly Clarkson, Jennifer Hudson, or Carrie Underwood. Let’s not forget The Voice. There are many opportunities for singers and musicians who want their talents known.


Lastly, Feuds Are Stupid…Focus On the Music

One other thing…I’ve been wanting to say this: don’t let these feuds, beefs, or rivalries or whatever get you distracted. Remy Ma vs Nicki Minaj, Katy Perry vs Taylor Swift, and so on and so on. These feuds are just plain stupid. Period. So high school. There is room for everybody. Everybody. These feuds start to look interesting, but as always, it falls flat. The music doesn’t seem interesting anymore and neither the artists. It’s a waste of time. These artists need to focus on the music and stop worrying what the other is doing. That’s my simple opinion.

So yes, there is good music out there. From the latest ad for a movie trailer, fashion show, the radio, even tv shows (thanks Halt and Catch Fire). The influence is everywhere. Like I said, you just have to find it or let it find you.

















featured image: WallpaperSafari


Weeknd Scene: Call for Photographers

Weeknd Scene: Call for Photographers

June 17 / 17 

Hey again! Calling all photographers! Here are some opportunities that you cannot pass up…..


Water | International Photography Call for Entry

The Center for Fine Art Photography in Fort Collins, CO seeks entries for a juried photography exhibition, January 12 – February 17, 2018. Juror’s Award: $400, Director’s Award: $200, Honorable Mention Awards: 1-year membership and submission to a Call for Entry. Juror: Jennifer Murray. All artist renditions on the water theme, genres, capture types and photographic processes are eligible for the exhibition. Our calls for entry are open to all photographers world wide, both amateur and professional. The Center invites photographers working in all mediums, styles, and schools of thought to participate. Members: $29 for the three images, Non-Members: $36 for the first three images. Deadline: June 28, 2017. More info. Contact: email or call 970/224-1010.



Academy Center of the Arts Annual National Juried Photography Exhibition

The Academy Center of the Arts in Lynchburg, VA seeks entries for a juried photography exhibition, September 1-30, 2017. Cash Awards over $2500, with Best in Show at $1000. Juror: Carolyn Russo. Open to U.S. residents 18 years or older. Entries must be original photographs or photographically derived work. The competition will be juried from images on CD or flash drive, emailed digital images, as well as 35mm slides in standard mounts. One image per work is permitted. $35 for 3 images. Deadline: June 30, 2017. More info. Contact: email or call 434-528-3256, ext. 127.



Photographic call for submission “the photographic performance 2017”

Photographers are invited to submit work for “The Photographic Performance 2017” at A Smith Gallery in Johnson City, Texas. We are looking for compelling solo or cooperative exhibitions to fill our interior salon space. It can be photographic images, photography combined with mixed media or photographic installations. The entry fee is $50 for 10 to 20 images and also requires a written proposal or artist statement explaining the exhibition. Two exhibition proposals will be selected to be exhibited in the Salon from either August 25 to October 8, 2017, or from October 13 to November 19, 2017. Jurors will be Amanda Smith and Kevin Tully, gallery directors. Deadline: July 10, 2017. More info. Contact: email or call 512-422-4080.

To know more about each of these exhibitions, submissions or entries, click on the links above. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, be blessed!















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More Music Festivals June 2017

More Music Festivals June 2017

June 17 / 17

Hello…the weekend is here. Have the rest of the list of music festivals for June 2017.

cred: music festival wizard

What The Festival 2017Dufur, OR /June 16-19, 2017

Rock The Garden 2017/Minneapolis, MN / July 22, 2017

ROMP Fest 2017Owensboro, KY / June 21-24, 2017

Paradiso Festival 2017George, WA / June 23-24, 2017

Moondance Jammin Country 2017Walker, MN / June 23-24, 2017

Country Fest 2017Cadott, WI / June 22-25, 2017


Solid Sound Festival 2017North Adams, MA / June 23-25, 2017

Mamby on the Beach 2017Chicago, IL / June 24-25, 2017

Bonanza Campout 2017Heber, Utah / June 23-25, 2017

Madsummer Meltdown 2017Schuylkill Haven, PA /June 23-25, 2017

Arroyo Seco Weekend 2017Pasadena, CA / June 24-25, 2017

Kate Wolf Music Festival 2017Laytonville, CA / June 22-25, 2017

Country LakeShake 2017Chicago, IL / June 23-25, 2017

Frendly Gathering 2017Warren, VT / June 29-July 1, 2017

Electric Forest 2017Rothbury, MI / June 22-July 2, 2017

Essence Music Festival 2017New Orleans, LA / June 30-July 2, 2017

moe.down 2017Turin, NY / June 30–July 2, 2017

Highberry 2017Ozark, AR / June 29-July 2, 2017

Summerfest 2017Milwaukee, WI / June 28-July 9, 2017

Warped Tour 2017 / US Tour / June 16-August 6, 2017


Click on the orange links to get all the information you need and most importantly, have fun.






















featured images: music festival wizard & pinterest

@ The Event: Sacramento, CA

@ The Event: Sacramento, CA

June 16 / 17

Hello and Happy Friday! Our next stop is Sacramento. Little is known about the capital city of California, but let’s see what you can do there.






Crocker Art Museum

216 O St, Sacramento, CA 95814 / (916) 808-7000



Elliot Fouts Gallery

1831 P St, Sacramento, CA 95811 /  (916) 736-1429













Crest Theatre

1013 K St, Sacramento, CA 95814 /  (916) 476-3356













B Street Theatre

2711 B St, Sacramento, CA 95816 / (916) 443-5300










Sacramento Music Festival

Took place last month in May, but you can see their website:



Sacramento French Film Festival: 

Winter Short Film Screening – February 25th, 2017
Film Festival – June 16th – 25th 2017.










Check out to see more events to see and do. Enjoy your Friday, be blessed, and come back tomorrow for some Weekend Scene.




















featured images: Expedia, Wikipedia, Sacramento Sidetracks,, Sacramento French Film Festival,, and WallpaperSafari

Shadow Spotlight: 8 Illustrators to Watch

Shadow Spotlight: 8 Illustrators to Watch

June 12 / 17

Hello! This week is gonna be busy, plenty busy….Today with this month’s Shadow Spotlight, we have eight illustrators who you need to pay attention to.


The ABC of Nature, letter F by Mariana Rodrigues.

Mariana Rodrigues

Based in London, this unique illustrator, with a style pattern focusing on nature, has created whimsical symmetry and patterns that create wonderful and colorful designs. She has studied communications design at ESAC College of Art and Design Matosinhos, Portugal. With colored pencil, watercolor, digital manipulation, and coloring, plus some photography, these illustrations have garnered positive notes. She has worked with Country Living, Patrick Watson, Vogue Japan, and Work Club for Original Source.  To see more look here:






by Anna Kovecses.

Anna Kovesces

Beautiful, bold, child-like, and colorful. Those are four words to describe this Hungarian illustrator’s work. Kovesces has created works for Die Zeit Magazine, The Style Press, The New York Times Magazine, Hong Kong based Milk X magazine, and others.  Just drop by for more of her work.







AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! by Oscar Ramos

Oscar Ramos

Working and living in Santiago, Chile and using Character Design and Photo Manipulation, Ramos has created a colorful and brash work of characters in the most amusing way possible. 










Merry Christmas by Andy Hau.

Andy Hau

After winning a competition to design a packaging for a promotional copy of Imogen Heaps 2009 album Ellipse, this qualified architect, with a keen eye for detail, career has skyrocketed to great leaps. With his love of architecture and graphic design, Hau is becoming a force to reckoned with. 




by Sonia Hensler

Sonia Hensler

Ms. Hensler has created a portfolio of vibrant and colorful fashion illustrations. Heavily inspired by Victorian aesthetics, combining elegance, sophistication, with just a touch of dark gothic flair. Brands like Topshop, Reem Acra, Sheer, and many others. The sky’s the limit for this fashionable illustrator. To see more of Hensler’s sophisticated illustrations go to




by Karol Banach

Karol Banach

Based in Poland, this illustrator is already going places. His works are a collection of colorful and playful patterns, with interesting and fun characters. He has collaborated with Newsweek, Costa Coffee, and Ikea. Looks like 2017 is looking very promising for Banach. 




by Charlotte Smith

Charlotte Smith

This Paris-based illustrator’s portfolio of wonderful portraits is gorgeous, pretty and divine. What makes Smith’s work even more unique are the gifs. The vibrant pastel colors give these illustrations a breath of freshness to it, with a hint of sophistication. To see more of her works, go to





Cool concept work by Michael Kutsche

Michael Kutsche

His works have garnered attention from the likes of Tim Burton and Sam Raimi. Looking at Kutsche’s imaginative and wow-inspired works, you can see why. His artistry has appeared in Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, Raimi’s Oz the Great and Powerful, 2011’s Thor, and many others.  Want to see more?


Enjoy the rest of your Monday, be blessed.














Featured & other works by Mariana Rodrigues, Anna Kovesces, Oscar Ramos, Andy Hau, Sonia Hensler, Karol Banach, Charlotte Smith, & Michael Kutsche.

Music Festivals June 2017

Music Festivals June 2017

June 8 / 17

Hello…getting closer to the weekend and it’s time to see what music festivals are being held in the month of June…..

cred: music festival wizard

 Mysteryland USA 2017Bethel, NY / June 9-12, 2017//Cancelled

Blue Ox Music Festival 2017Eau Claire, WI / June 8-10, 2017

LIVE 105’s BFD 2017Mountain View, CA / June 10, 2016

Bonnaroo Music Festival 2017Manchester, TN / June 8-11, 2017

Taste of Country 2017Hunter Mountain, NY / June 9-11, 2017

Carolina Country Music Festival 2017Myrtle Beach, SC / June 8-11, 2017

LaureLive 2017Russel Township, OH / June 10-11, 2017

Punk Rock Bowling NJ 2017Asbury Park, NJ / June 10-11, 2017

Spring Awakening 2017Chicago, IL / June 9-11, 2017

Disc Jam 2017Stephentown, NY / June 8-11, 2017

CMA Music Festival 2017Nashville, TN / June 8-11, 2017

Northside Festival Brooklyn 2017Brooklyn, NY / June 7-11, 2017

Hot 97 Summer Jam 2017East Rutherford, NJ / June 11, 2017

Eaux Claires 2017Eau Claire, WI / June 16-17, 2017

Bands in the Backyard 2017Vineland, CO / June 16-17, 2017

Mountain Jam 2017Hunter Mountain, NY / June 16-18, 2017

Firefly Music Festival 2017Dover, DE / June 15-18, 2017

Country Summer 2017Santa Rosa, CA / June 16-18, 2017

 Sonic Bloom 2017Rye, CO / June 15-18, 2017

Clearwater Festival 2017Croton-On-Hudson, NYJune 17-18, 2017

Sierra Nevada World Music Festival 2017Boonville, CA / June 16-18, 2017

Electric Daisy Carnival Vegas 2017Las Vegas, NV / June 16-18, 2017

4 Peaks Music Festival 2017Bend, OR / June 15-18, 2017

Telluride Bluegrass Festival 2017Telluride, CO / June 15-18, 2017

Mad Tea Party Jam 2017Artemas, PA / June 15-18, 2017

Country Jam Colorado 2017Grand Junction, CO / June 15-18, 2017

Monterey Pop Festival 2017Monterey, CA / June 16-18, 2017


The rest of June’s music festivals will be posted next week….enjoy the rest of your Thursday, be blessed!




























































































featured images: music festival wizard & Wallpapers HD

Wednz Scene: CFDA Award Winners

Wednz Scene: CFDA Award Winners

June 7 / 17

The Council of Fashion Designers of America or CFDA, took place Sunday, June 4 at the Hammersmith Ballroom in New York City. Celebrities such as Diane Kruger, Lupita Nyong’o, Heidi Klum, and others were in attendance for the awards. Seth Meyers hosted. Here are the winners….


CFDA Winners


Swarovski Award for Positive Change
Kenneth Cole





Geoffrey Beene Lifetime Achievement Award
Rick Owens




Founder’s Award
Pat McGrath




International Award
Demna Gvasalia, Vetements, and Balenciaga






Board of Directors’ Tribute
Cecile Richards, Gloria Steinem, and Janelle Monáe







Fashion Icon Award
Franca Sozzani






Menswear Designer of the Year
Raf Simons




Accessory Designer of the Year
Stuart Vevers, Coach




Swarovski Award for Emerging Talent
Fernando Garcia and Laura Kim, Monse





Womenswear Designer of the Year
Raf Simons, Calvin Klein


Hope you enjoy the rest of your Wednesday, be blessed.





















featured images: E!Online,, REDEF, Fearless Daily, Vouge Paris, Women's Voices for Change,, Interview Magazine, Fashion Model Directory, Business of Fashion, Fashion Times