Thursday photo prompt "This fell not far from us," she said in a trembling voice. Her companion replied, not just to reassure her, "That's true, but now we know where it came from!" And so it is with most human actions, there is always a return, sometimes with even more fume...
Photography
Stroll #TheDailyPost
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. I just dreamed about it, we were there, and on the first morning we walked in the park nearby. It's exactly as we imagined - or remembered - a cool island in the middle of the city, early joggers, people taking in the fresh air, … Continue reading Stroll #TheDailyPost
The Tower… #writephoto
This week, the photo prompt is a tower, stark against a clear blue sky… what secrets does it hold…and what mysteries might it conceal? She crouched behind a short spiky bush, and waited for a sound. There was none, not even the usual discrete footfall of small creatures in the dark. A hawk could be … Continue reading The Tower… #writephoto
A play for time…
Grey skies, westerly winds, crowds in the malls, Sometime a new life: as Spring will come Blowing away the fogs of the past year...
Season’s Greetings
This year, No snow yet, Time will tell...
Into #December #sixwordstory
few more steps, the darker days
#SixWordStory
the year of forgiveness and love Image: Edouard Boubat - Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris, 1952, via http://oldalbum.tumblr.com
#DailyPrompt: Secret Admirers #WritersWednesday
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Secret Admirers." I do not need a sign, I know where this came from and it is charming, unexpected, seductive... But there is no time left, even for us, to reflect on the living when we, both, have long gone. Image: Ruth Bernhard – Female Nude with … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Secret Admirers #WritersWednesday
small talk
She knows the power of words
#VisDare 116: Vague #WritersWednesday
I will never know if you remember, wherever you are now. It was already autumn, and the chill in the air reminded us that soon the cold winds would sweep through the plains and our city. We stopped the car, I wanted to take a picture of you: I wanted to stop the clock, capture … Continue reading #VisDare 116: Vague #WritersWednesday
