Crimson’s Creative Challenge
You can send me flowers,
Lavender roses and pink chrysanths;
You can write lyrical poems,
Liken me to the stars and the moon;
You can text me, message me, even DM me.
But oh, my would-be lover
While you remain in your mountain fastness
And I remain by the sea
Fantasy is all that can be
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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:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
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)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
Photos of flowers from Friday’s walk… Spring, as my father used to say, has sprung
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That’s all folks, for this week
Regent Road at sunrise: Jan 2021
We were on holiday, me and me boyfriend, so I had to bring something back. I mean, Mum hadn’t liked us going, said it weren’t proper, but Dad told her to give over and to get with the times. It were Friday before I thought and that at me boyfriend’s nudging. So we wandered down Regent Road where I bought her some kitsch. The shops were full of it.
69 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Kitsch
It’s time to venture further afield. Can’t go far, lockdown still holds, but Acle is just across the grazing marshes, less than 20 minutes by bus. We don’t know what we’ll find by way of plants so we click-crazy at the first finds…
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Catkins… click, click, click…
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They’re past their best but still a delight to the eye. And fresh leaves…
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But the bigger trees still look naked
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We encounter the last of the sugar-beat harvesters, and I note even here we can’t escape the gulls
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More naked trees… yet how can we call the silver birch naked when it has such wonderful bark?
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We enter a woods… but the water’s got there before us
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There used to be a path here…
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And look, more catkins… like a golden shower falling from clear blue sky
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And deeper we move into the woods
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Unable to believe our eyes… a place to sit?
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We move on (don’t fret, we’ll return here on Tuesday to see more) for it’s time to go home
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The track back to Acle and the bus
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Hope you enjoyed our walk. Definite signs of spring; that’s enough to cheer anyone. But you wait till you see the other photos I took that day!
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I don’t have any pets, and my wildlife photography leaves much to be desired. But while walking through a woodland on Friday I encountered a very proud but stubborn “Brandy” refusing to take the sticks back to her walker. I couldn’t resist.
Pets/Wildlife from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #120
I like to idle in my chair,
Guzzle soda, munching snacks,
Throw the wrappers where I care.
I like to listen to the Byrds,
Drone along discordantly,
Forgetting half the words.
I like to doze beneath this tree;
I like to… but the tree’s been killed
By me.
Inspired by:
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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:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
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)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
I’m not a bird photographer. I like subjects that stay still… like flowers and fungi. But… I’ll let you be the judge
We start with a “static”… well, at least it didn’t fly off…
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My interest was the clouds… these birds got in the way
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So I try again…
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The gull has caught a fish… now look down to the bottom, just into shot…
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Poor little gull, all hungry…
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Enter the turnstones… they eat whatever the waves bring in…
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New regulations… only 5 in the pool at any one time (social distancing)
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While the others wait their turn…
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More attempts to take photos of the sky sabotaged by these ubiquitous gulls!
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More turnstones. They’re having a veritable feast today…
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And now those gulls are intruding on my shots of the waves!
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Brave birds though. I wouldn’t get so close…
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Oh dear… time for us to leave. And here’s one more gull to wish us goodbye!
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Hope you’ve enjoyed. Such wind-thrashed days don’t come every day.
image by DarkMoonArt on pixabay
Your eyes, though they’ve never seen me, draw me
Your lips, though they’ve never tasted me, caress me
Your arms, though the centuries pass, enfold me
While your soul, never ending, calls to me
Though our hearts beat a universe apart
41 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Call
