Ey, I haven't been keeping up with this as much as I would like. But here is my post: 4 posters and a thought.
Yesterday I was working behind the ice cream counter at my minimum wage, high school-esque restaurant job, and in worked a group of construction workers wanting some ice cream to help them cool off after a hard days work. I could tell by their accents they weren't from around here; their drawls were so thick I could barely understand them. They each paid with their ice cream with damp money. It was damp from being on their body, sweaty from a full day's work. At first I was kind of grossed out, but then I wondered why it seemed so familiar. I realized it was because I remember the money my dad gave me on hot summer evenings for ice cream was always damp from his sweat after a long day.
This little reminder of a small detail from my childhood is what my creative writing professor would have said was gold. He loved little nothings like that, details that seem so meaningless but can add so much life to a story.
"My father handed me a dollar bill; it was damp, wet with the very sweat that earned it."
And on a different note, here are 4 posters I adore. I could spend hours looking at posters at Gigposters.com.