An hour before sunset on a hot August day
mists rise, hints of tangerine, apricot kisses
still waters beneath, spread in negative echoes
a leaden flow into mercury pools.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #6
An hour before sunset on a hot August day
mists rise, hints of tangerine, apricot kisses
still waters beneath, spread in negative echoes
a leaden flow into mercury pools.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #6
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 link your post to 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
If you think you’ve seen the photo before, I did use one similar for the title Sunset in the #2018picoftheweek challenge. This is Breydon Water, all that remains of the one time Great Estuary; it hides away at the back of Great Yarmouth.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve chosen the more fragile, ephemeral fungi to post on a Sunday. But that can’t be said of this week’s specimen. Its name? Nah, some kind of bracket.
What I like about this sturdy fella is how the older growths have taken on the patterning of the host log. It’s almost as if they’re all made of wood.
Year’s end approaching, I’m left with titles not so easy to fill. So you’ll forgive me if this one isn’t so obvious.
As my dear old mum used to say: They’re happy as pigs in muck.
#2018picoftheweek challenge: Happiness
Don’t you just love these piggies. Fields of pigs are a frequent sight on my walks.
There wasn’t a kid in the village who didn’t know about the Green Lady who haunted the tower. Just a tale to scare us kids, to keep inquisitive noses out of an old building no longer safe. Right? Yet it made us more curious. As we braved ourselves to enter the dark woods which surrounded the part-demolished old hall, I fleshed out the skeletal tale, made the lady a green witch who lay in wait for us amongst those deep-shadowed trees. Scared, my friends raced for the road, left me. Alone.
When, as an adult, I read the history of that Elizabethan hall I discovered the truth of the legend: that lady wore green as a sign she was Catholic.
120 words
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #85 on Sammiscribbles
Drops of oil dripped from every orifice
When he saw what they’d done to his beloved Alice.
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
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 link your post to 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
In case you’re wondering, they’re storage silos found in a farmyard.
A while back I posted a photo of an emergent (baby) fly agaric … which sparked an interesting thread of comments. Well, here’s the fully grown version.
It’s not often I arrive on the scene before the sparrows and squirrels have taken their bites. Here’s a rare one that’s survived more or less intact.
And as a reminder, here’s ‘Baby Joe’
Say “shadow” and we usually think of the shadow thrown by a standing object or person, as if shadow and object are one. Yet shadows are simply a lack of light, like where the sun don’t shine.
Not sure of species of tree; a maple of sorts. But I love the way its autumnal sun-yellow stands out against the deep shadows.
#2018picoftheweek challenge: Shadow
They hunt us, the Hunters
Why, what have you done?
Told some lies, sold some fun
They catch us, the catchers
Strip us and thrash us
Inside the ‘sylum. Done.
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge #4