Ah! Released from my comfortable prison… fresh air. I took the camera out for a walk, although only as far as Breydon Water which, as I said on yesterday’s post, is the estuarine confluence of three rivers. And here are a few of the shots…
The back end of town…. 12th May 2020
Salsify, an expected find, clearly a garden escapee: 12th Mary 2020
A golden agricultural escapee… Rapeseed oil: 12th May 2020
Grown from a discarded apple: 12th May 2020
Pepperwort, a humble native: 12th May 2020
Wow, who knows what I might have for you next week.
The camera and I walked out this week, although only as far as Breydon Water, the estuarine confluence of rivers Yare, Waveney and Bure. And there, from the dryness of the flood-defence bank, I did spy…
Weathered posts: 12 May 2020
Weathered, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
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)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.
Neve did a last-minute check of all things electrical. Then Rat came behind her and powered the computer. She half-heartedly scowled at him. He accessed iTunes and scrolled and selected – oh what a surprise – Talking Heads, This Must be the Place. He sang along that home was where he wanted to be.
“Is this appropriate just as we’re leaving?” Neve asked.
“For the sake of my sanity, please change that tune,” Kaz shouted from the utility room.
“But listen to this,” Rat said. “The words are bang on. And the drums, I love the drums!”
“Led’s best for drums,” Neve said. “John Bonham’s Moby Dick.”
Not entirely new… an excerpt from wip: Learning to Fly. And for those unfamiliar with the song… (expect a long intro, about 1:05)
Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It’s okay, I know nothing’s wrong, nothing
Oh! I got plenty of time
Oh! You got light in your eyes
And you’re standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight
Home, is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I can’t tell one from the other
I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I’ll be, where I’ll be oh!
Alas, still unable to wander wide and free; still must draw upon my stores.
There is a triangle of land in SE Norfolk tucked between the river and road where, in Days Gone By, the parishioners hired the services of a stonemason to make ornate the southern entrance to their churches. Many of these remain. Like this one.
Days Gone By, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
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