Monthly Archives: July 2013

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Wordless Wednesday

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Semi Silent Sunday, Belatedly

Thunderheads20130728(Because by the time we got home yesterday from our short vacation, we were in the heart of the storm these thunderheads promised. Eight inches of rain. In one day. Plus plenty of lightning, so I left my computer safely powered off till this morning.)

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Wordless Wednesday – July 24, 2013

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Travel theme – Tilted

Ailsa has some wonderful photos this week of things that are askew and off-balance and tilted. I don’t have nearly as much to contribute to this week’s theme, but here’s a photo I took almost exactly four years ago on a visit to Washington D.C.

TiltedWhatIsIt_DC2009Back then, this piece was on display near one of the many sections of the Smithsonian. It’s a huge version of something that used to be very common, but nobody uses them any more. Do you recognize it?

Friday Fictioneers: Hot Day

Friday Fictioneers again! And the Internet blossoms with another crop of 100 word (more or less) stories based on the latest photo prompt chosen by the one and only Rochelle Wisoff-Fields…please let me know what you think of mine:

anelephantcantHot Day

Lazy summer Saturday, friends relaxing at the cafe.

“That bike’s been here hours. Wonder where the owner got to?”

“It’s too hot to bike. Maybe they took a taxi.”

“Nah. An ambulance. Heatstroke.”

“No, a bike messenger rode it here, and got a call to deliver something way across town, so he quit on the spot.”

“No. The girl that owns it? She met Prince Charming, and he carried her off on his white horse.”

“His white Ferrari. With air.”

A waiter shed his apron, unlocked the bike, and rode away. “Well, that’s boring.”

“Yeah. See, that’s not really a bike. It’s an alien in disguise. That poor guy’s being abducted.”

“No, what’s really happening…”

Travel theme – Simplicity

Ailsa’s theme this week? Simple: pictures simply illustrating “simplicity”.

Some creatures are naturally simple.

SimplicityWilliamsburgChickensChickens are pretty straightforward – if it looks tasty, peck at it. Nothing complicated to see here.

And then there are sights that have been artfully pared down to simplify what we see.

SimplicityBarnesJust about to enter the Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia. Inside? Almost the opposite of this image; room after room crowded with art, mostly French Impressionists. I never realized how many, many, many pictures Renoir painted until we toured the Barnes last summer.

But the history of the Barnes and its founder is much too complicated to explain here.

Silent Sunday – July 14, 2013

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My three-word process

Something new here (though not new to a large group of experienced Trifectans!) – this week’s Trifextra. (What’s a Trifextra? Well, trifectawritingchallenge.com presents two writing opportunities each week: the weekday challenge, asking you to write 33 to 333 words based on a one-word prompt, and the weekend Trifextra – where the only certainty is that the number 3 will be involved somehow.) This week(end), the Trifextra asks us to describe our writing process in only three words.

SnarledSo what’s my process?

Untangling snarled string.

(Thank you to Rarasaur for nudging me to respond, at last, to one of the Trifecta challenges!)

Friday Fictioneers: Family Feud

I’ve been away from Fictioneering for the past month – it’s been one thing after another in SharonWorld. It’s good to be back again, even if I’m not getting my story posted until almost midnight Saturday night.

Be sure to check out the Laws, or Polite Suggestions, or Group Customs of Fictioneering at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s blog, and don’t miss all the other stories based on this photo:

goats_and_graves_3_randy_mazieFamily Feud

The Jacksons? Not one of them’s said a word to the rest ever since the old man died.

Tell the truth, they got along fine right up to the funeral. And then that old goat poked his nose between Joe and Bella – that’s the old man’s son and daughter – and started nibbling on the flowers.

Joe was ready to break its neck, and then Bella yelled at him for wanting to hurt a poor dumb animal. Next thing the whole family was shouting, and the priest was telling them to calm down and act decent, and the goat just kept on eating as fast as it could chew.

That goat always did enjoy funerals.

Soggy haiku

Because lately it just can’t stop raining, here and there.

Patchwork Weather

This block soaking rain –
Cross the street, hot sunny dry;
Next block wet again.