Kitten Thursday – Spring!!

Flower of the Day: March 4, 2021

Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Black and White Flowers (and things) – the adventure continues!

2021 365: Day 62 (March 3)

So, I’m taking my prompts this year from a 365 book simply entitled “365 Day Photo Challenge”.  The idea this year is for me to take this more seriously, to think about the prompt and actively shoot for it, not just pick a photo that may or may not match.  Yes indeed.  Getting real.  The prompt today is “Raise”.

Raise the roof…the cherry blossoms are here!

 

Wordless Wednesday

Flower of the Day: March 3, 2021

Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Black and White Flowers (and things) – the adventure continues!

2021 365: Day 61 (March 2)

So, I’m taking my prompts this year from a 365 book simply entitled “365 Day Photo Challenge”.  The idea this year is for me to take this more seriously, to think about the prompt and actively shoot for it, not just pick a photo that may or may not match.  Yes indeed.  Getting real.  The prompt today is “Label”.

From my wine glass – we got these right after I broke my last one (Kevin has his super size glasses, and I have my more moderate size ones…just the way it is!)

 

2021 Daily Writing Challenge: March 2

And now, from Jo Hawk, the 2021 Daily Writing Challenge, for March 2!

A new month, a new try, a new kick at the can for writing here every day.

 

Waiting in the car in the rain.

I mean, really? What else is there to do when you are waiting in the car in the rain but take pictures of random things? Inclines abound, nothing is straight. Not the street, not the sidewalk, not the trees, not the building. Choices are, choose one thing to be straight, or edit the hell out of the picture to create straightness where there is none. There is something to be said for leaving things as they are, straight or not. Probably a weird metaphor there somewhere for life too. Accept the things you cannot changes and celebrate the things you can’t? Or something like that.

This is what you get when you shoot from the passenger seat, no rolling down the window, especially in the rain cause, I don’t want to get wet in the name of a shot that won’t be “perfect” anyway.

What do I really like about this picture? Maybe it’s the raindrops, maybe it’s the trees all scraggly in their end of winter beauty. But I think mainly it’s that it’s all over the place. Trees and poles and grass and is there a face staring at me from somewhere in that building? Cool.

Flower of the Day: March 2, 2021

Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Black and White Flowers (and things) – the adventure continues!

2021 Daily Writing Challenge: March 1

And now, from Jo Hawk, the 2021 Daily Writing Challenge, for March 1!

A new month, a new try, a new kick at the can for writing here every day.

This time I’m really going to try and put more of my writing here, so, here is the piece I read for my writing class this evening:  it’s called Tetraptych

Frank stood proud next to his handiwork, fresh bulbs poking up, camellias ready to bloom at last, and lawn clipped to perfection.  He took off one glove and pulled a dust covered cloth from his pocket, not really a handkerchief, but handy for wiping the dirt mingled sweat off his brow.  He breathed deeply – ah, the sweet air, remnants of winter making it crisper than it would be in a few weeks.  But the snow was almost gone, lasting only a day or two as it did here.  Frank bent over to pick up his clippers, new and shiny, the best he could buy.  Suddenly a sharp pain wrenched through his chest, and he fell to his knees, the damp grass soaking into his pants, then his shirt, and finally his face as he gasped out his last breath.

Sweat glistened on his face as Joe jogged down the path.  He looked up, and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth on his face.  Opening his eyes, he squinted and raised his arm to shade them against the low February sun wishing he had not lost his sunglasses last week. How amazing to finally see the sun, but so strange still to see the paths so empty.  Not as empty as they were six months ago, but he was used to the lawns and benches dotted with the gawking tourists from all over the world, come to see this oasis of Canada.  Grimacing he slowed, the stitch in his side coming out of nowhere.  The unexpected heat was beginning to get to him.  He slowed to a walk and headed for a cluster of benches.  Always benches….they were everywhere in this city.  This one sat next to a large camellia bush with green buds blushing pink, and little yellow heads of daffodils popping out among the green.  Spring was on its way.  Something about the bush bothered him.  He couldn’t put his finger on it.  Was it something hitting his nostrils?  The stillness?  Slowly circling behind he stopped.  Boots sticking out warning him of something he would rather not see.

The ambulance arrived in a blaze of lights and sirens.  Paramedics rushed to the scene, but found quickly that there was nothing they could do; the old gardener, cold and gray, was beyond help.  Police questioned the runner, but it looked like the unexpected heat had just had its way with the old man.  As the paramedics took the body away, one reached down to pick up a glove, trodden into the dirt under the bush, clippers near by.  Wondering if dropping the glove was the last thing the old man had done before death had taken him, Sarah  tossed it aside,  grabbed the clippers and pocketed them.  They were shiny and still had the price tag on them… you could never have enough good clippers.

Emily came upon the scene later that week.  Working at home meant enjoying lunch break walks with her camera along the inner harbour walkway. And today she was enjoying the solitude and sun, in spite of the wind which was pervasive these days.  The bench, seeming to watch the calm waters, caught her eye, with the glove discarded, flecks of dirt still clinging to it.  Kneeing down, she pulled out her phone and framed the shot, then looked around, wondering how it got there, and why on earth there was always only one lonely glove left behind.

2021 365: Day 60 (March 1)

So, I’m taking my prompts this year from a 365 book simply entitled “365 Day Photo Challenge”.  The idea this year is for me to take this more seriously, to think about the prompt and actively shoot for it, not just pick a photo that may or may not match.  Yes indeed.  Getting real.  The prompt today is “Jar”.

Jar of goodness…