I say, I say, I say, what a fine sight, hey: 26 Nov 2020
Truly, from a distance, this chap looked real. But the closer I got, the more he reminded me of a certain comedian (Roy Chubby Brown)
What a Sight, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #107
The cheek, the nerve, the insult of it
Calling me cuckoo!
Stupid inbred misfits, you want to fight?
It’s Cocoa. Cocoa, you blurry-eyed birds.
It is, of course, a pigeon. But rather fancy.
CCC107
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
The colours fade from the countryside as winter approaches. Time to trawl through my files… and give you a rainbow of flowers
Snowdrops
Violets
Bluebells
Alkanet
Yellow Flag (wild iris)
Oats
Poppy
Red Dead Nettle
Time Travel Paradox
To travel back in time
To change what has been done
To alter the course of history
Make it tell a different story
But who dares foretell the events that follow upon that alteration?
Would that story be better?
Woe, woe, if we get it wrong
What is this thing we’ve done?
We’ve handed our ancestors an atomic bomb
Now our world is gone
The ultimate paradox
That’s time travel’s danger
71 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Paradox
Despite a spate of wet days, Monday 9th November was to remain dry (according to the Met Office. Met Office lied!) We bused to Acle on the far side of the grazing marshes where the land starts to rise.
The first of several footpaths, farms tracks and not-so-green lanes taken that day.
Was it mist? Or was it a fine drizzle? 9 Nov 2020
And was this all the autumnal colour we’d find? No. Lo! The spindle tree
9 Nov 2020
And bracken. We can always rely on bracken for seasonal colour
9 Nov 2020
We didn’t expect to find much by way of fungi. Ha! We were not disappointed
9 Nov 2020
But we did find a tiny spider suspended on its web above a leaf. Can you see it?
9 Nov 2020
And teasel, loads of teasels that formed a screen for the copper-leaved silver birch trees behind
9 Nov 2020
It mightn’t be raining (yet) but some stretches of those green lanes are ankle-deep in mud
9 Nov 2020
Oh, those umbellifers, is there ever a season when they’re not a photographer’s delight?
9 Nov 2020
After the mud… a ricketty bridge. Hmmm. And as you see, we’re still walking through a drizzly-mist
9 Nov 2020
But the chickens don’t mind. Free-range means free range here. Happy hens
9 Nov 2020
And into the woods
9 Nov 2020
Where the drizzle turns to rain
9 Nov 2020
That rain pelted us, but we were able to shelter the while in a nearby church porch (I thank you, Saint Andrew of Burlingham)
As soon as the rain stopped, we set off again, now along a farm track. Oh brillig, now we are really talking mud (it got much worse than this)
9 Nov 2020
9 Nov 2020
But it was worth being out straight after the rain before the branches and berries could shed their drops
9 Nov 2020
Spindle berries: 9 Nov 2020
Guelder Rose: 9 Nov 2020
Rosehips: 9 Nov 2020
By now we had reached the extent of our walk (Hemblington). We had eaten our lunch. It was time to turn round and come back. Hopefully, we’d make it back to the bus before there was more rain.
Is that blue sky I spy?
9 Nov 2020
But that blue again disappeared. I put away the Canon; these final photos were taken with the phone
9 Nov 2020
No words needed…
9 Nov 2020
Hope you enjoyed our little walk in the rain. We didn’t get thoroughly drenched, but we did return home rather soggy. As to our feet, caked in mud. But it was a good walk, a round trip of 10-mile plus. And we did find more fungi than that one I’ve shown. But I’m holding onto them for later.
This past week we haven’t been able to get out for a 10-miler. Hopefully this coming Thursday.
3rd August 2020
Returning from the weekly shop I had to stop. For here was this gull, obediently queueing. Excellent behaviour; he could teach us a thing or two.
So I give you Priceless, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Crimson’s Creative Challenge 106
I didn’t expect to find such a thing here
Not in my hometown
Nothing magical here.
That’s why first off, I thought it an underpass.
Yet… what was that I saw beyond it?
Red? Red trees, red bushes?
What was this strange land?
Where was it?
And ought I to follow the white rabbit through?
CCC106
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
Hi. Time to don your shades, cos today’s little trip will burn your eyes. I’m taking you to the north side of Breydon Water (Great Yarmouth) to witness the slow descent of the sun.
15:10 pm, we arrive at the confluence of the Bure and Yare beyond which the mudflats of Breydon Water await the incoming tide
12 Nov 2020
I did warn you to shield your eyes
12 Nov 2020
With time to spare, we wander around an arc of wasteland; here, roses and brambles and sea buckthorn grow
12 Nov 2020
Looking back towards the town and Breydon Bridge, you get an idea of the mudflats and the surrounding saltmarsh
And could we go anywhere without the odd fungus finding us?
12 Nov 2020
12 Nov 2020
Not sure that’s the true colour, but it’s the colour my camera recorded
The sound of a train reminds us how close to the track we are
12 Nov 2020
Turning back, we see the beauty of this Water with its creeks that fill and overspill
12 Nov 2020
Walking westwards… how far shall we go? Still waiting upon the sun.
Time: 15:29 pm: 12 Nov 2020
Ah! Caught as again we turn. Blinding in an all-but cloudless sky
15:30 pm: 12 Nov 2020
Walking back towards town (don’t want to be too far away when the light goes down)
15:33 pm: 12 Nov 2020
And here is a beauty that can’t be denied
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The sun disappears behind that band of cloud on the horizon. Waiting, waiting…
16:14 pm: 12 Nov 2020
She is gone. Time to get back to town.
crispina kemp 