CCC #15
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
- An answering photo
- A cartoon
- A joke
- A caption
- An anecdote
- A short story (flash fiction)
- A poem
- A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
- An essay
- A song—the lyrics or the performance
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
- Your creative offering is indeed yours
- Your writing is kept to 150 words or less
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
If you tag it #CCC others should be able to find it by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.
Details of the photo are given, if relevant, below this line
crispina kemp 
you know I love it… FUN FUN FUN dead flowers…
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Dead flowers to you is food for the birds. 🙂
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Nom nom nom……
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🙂
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As you know, sunflowers track the solar journey throughout the day. This is one of Crispina’s famous nighttime photo’s entitled: Sun Down.
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Thanks, I nearly sprayed coffee all over the keyboard as I spluttered a laugh.
Love it, Padre 🙂 🙂
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Reblogged this on Flights of Fancy and commented:
Here’s my offering for Crispina Kemp’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge #15:
Decaying flower
Harbinger of change to come
Seeds dream up new life
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Love that, Gabby. And I thought you said you couldn’t do Haiku? You’ve done that one prerry well. Or was it you couldn’t do rhymes? 🙂 🙂 🙂
My offering comes tomorrow … while I’m out on the first walk of the year. At last. 🙂
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Thank you Crispina. I can do rhymes and poems, but I can’t do it as well as I’d want to, and I know nearly nothing about poetry and its many shapes.
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You don’t need to know the form; the form ought to come from the heart.
For years I was writing iambic pentmeters without a clue that’s what I was doing. But as soon as I discovered its ‘rules’ and put my mind to it, I lost the ability. 🙂
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That’s what happens. I can’t read the way I read in the past any more since I started to read writing manuals and rules, can’t just jump in and immerse myself as I did before. I see plot points, too much exposition, plot holes… and that goes for movies, too. In a way, this second level watching and reading is fun, too, but I miss the naive reading.
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I sympathise, though it doesn’t affect me to such a degree. Movies, yea; I’m counting: and that’s the lesson; and that’s the catalyst. I don’t tend to look for it so much with books. Though having said that, I recently read a book by Philip K Dick (Valis) and could mark the plot points (it was written in later 70s, early 80s.)
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This is lovely Gabriele!
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Tis, isn’t it. Impressed. 🙂
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Thanks Dale.
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Hi, Here’s my response to this weeks challenge. https://wordpress.com/view/susansplace189937659.wordpress.com
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Have visited, have read, have liked and left comment. 🙂
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Have tried a tame limerick, best spoken in your best Kenneth Williams accent at https://bobfairfield.org/2019/02/20/crimsons-creative-challenge-15/
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Have visited, have read, have chuckled, have liked and left a comment. And a gold star! 🙂
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To wear proudly on my fairy brow
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And cause me to chuckle again. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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“There are times when people as bright as the sunflower look down at their shadows, but looking at the sun is really our choice when whole world tries to languish us”
I couldn’t think of anything else than this. Lol! Really my creativity is running away from me! 😂😂
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But that’s brilliant. And it’s true. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Our shadows are but a greyed-out cast of ourselves. Yet when we look up, we become like the sun, and shine.
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Excellent!! This couldn’t be more apt😃
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Here’s my take on the prompt:
Happy reading! 🙂
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Have visited, have read, have liked and left my comment. 🙂
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I have visited, I have read, I have been duly impressed, I have liked and left glowing comment. )
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Yes, yes, pingback and link here (coz. yanno… just to make for sure 😉
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Always a chore to remember to ping. And while I’d find your take on it anyway, others might not. 🙂
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True dat…
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My thoughts this week:
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The volcanic eruption in Iceland was in its 48th day. We’d not seen a decent sun since the 8th day. Our sunflower garden had begun to die on the 16th day.
Everything tasted of ashes. We all looked like dirty ghosts, pale from lack of sun, gray from falling ash.
Even with the windows closed, the ash crept in. The vacuum cleaner died yesterday.
The sheep are gray. A third are dead, the rest will die soon.
And the saddest thing is seeing hope die out of my daughter’s eyes.
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Brian, that’s … that’s … that’s unexpected. I’m not going to gush and say ‘love it’; it’s more than that.
But I am going to turn the funnies on. Did your narrator get heckled by Hekla? 🙂
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I was thinking more of that volcano with the godawfully long name that erupted a few years ago, but Hekla would do even better, humor aside, since it spewed poisonous fumes during one of its medieval eruptions.
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I confess, Hekla is the only name I remember. Though I believe there’s more than one Hekla in Iceland. Besides, it leant itself to ‘heckle’. Was it also Hekla (1, 2 or many) that caused the year without summer in 18-something?
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The big Hekla’s in the south, and notorious for its large eruptions in historical times. The ash layers it puts down are used by archaeologists for dating.
(Dating artifacts, not each other. I know one has to be weird to be an archaeologist, but getting turned on by volcanic ash . . . Nah.)
It’s Tambora in what’s now Indonesia that erupted in 1815, putting so much ash in the atmosphere that the next year was called “Eighteen-Hundred-And-Froze-To-Death.”
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Tambora, that was the one. I thought after doing the send-thing, that to affect world-wide the eruption must have been close to equator. Hekla, number 1, 2, or one hundred, would only after us in the higher latitudes. 🙂
And I shan’t take exception and get in a huff, but what’s wrong with dating an ash-layer?
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You get naked with them, and they’re gone with the wind. It’s pretty much a one-night-stand-only type of relationship. It’s like being a necrophiliac with cremated remains; leaves a kind of acid taste behind.
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Great! I thank you for a raucous belly-laugh. Shouldn’t be allowed on a Sunday! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Wow, that’s an excellent interpretation of the prompt. I’ve read about the year without summer from that volcano in the 19th century. I bet, even with our knowledge today it would be a frightening experience.
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Here goes! I don’t know how you keep doing this with such unerring accuracy, but the prompts never fail to challenge, spur and inspire!
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How do I do it? When I’m chosing the photo I’m thinkingm ‘How many stories could this inspire’, The answer on some photos is None. So they’re rejected.
I was uncertain of this Wednesday’s photo. Not that it wouldn’t inspire, cos I know that it will. But there’s a blueness that veers to purple which looks like I’ve colour-cast the photo. I don’t mess with the photos beyond what it takes to make them pop. 🙂
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Some explanation that! Hats off to both your motive and effort!
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Bad case of verbosity this moring. And rereading that comment, I must point out, I was referring to this coming Wednesday, not the one just past. 🙂
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Ha ha! It’s perfectly fine.
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An unusual photo, Crispina. We tend to only see sunflowers when they’re bold and bright…this one, especially with the green hue lends itself well to the macabre 🙂
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I found an entire field of them on my return from visiting a pair of old drainage mills, out in the marshss. The sunflowers’s field was the last 9or first, depending on direction0 of the farmer’s arable.
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That must have made for a very interesting sight 🙂
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It was. I took loads of photos, though only along the edge of the field. Would have been good to get a long shot, but for that I’d need to stand just slighter higher. Which means in excess of 6′, Which I’m not. And it’s the nature of marshlands to be kinda flat. Especially when once they formed the mudflats of an estuary. 🙂 Ho-hum. Ne’er mind.
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