It's that time again... ooooo!
To encourage myself to continue writing, to explore varied genres and emotional tones, I've decided to begin selecting disparate images every week. (Usually two, but sometimes more or less.) The goal is to concoct a short story which connects the images in some fashion and publish the tale on Friday; you are more than welcome to participate.
This time we have two images, first this:
And then this:
Hmmm, wonder what will result from these?? Your guess is as good as mine at this point.
It was a busy weekend and is shaping up to be a busy week; among other things, my cheapskate tendencies came to the fore and I made a reclaimed wax (and jar) candle... with all my *ahem* high tech equipment.
Freshly poured:
And set:
After the fire is going well, I'll finish up the ham and dumplings for supper and prepare for spending part of the day out with the kidling. She is kindly driving me to the town where I spent a large part of my childhood, to take care of some business and to visit my father's grave. Hope your day is a good one.
Viennese busker covering 'Stairway to Heaven'.
Those images are intriguing. I am looking forward to seeing where they take you.
ReplyDeleteExcellent cover of Stairway. Shame about the wind.
I hope your day goes gently.
And yours as well, my friend. Every time I view the first photo I seem to hear a little girl laughing; can't decide if that means it will be a funny/charming tale, or a very scary one.
DeleteI thought the candle wax was setting junket. I am off to bed to watch the Viennese busker.
ReplyDeleteHere, junket is occasionally used as an alternative word for rennet and is used in making cheese... took me a moment to figure out what you were talking about.
DeleteLove your images. Have a nice day my friend. HUG B
ReplyDeleteBet you could come up with a poem based on them!
DeleteMy brain is working in odd ways today. "After the fire is going well, I'll finish up the ham and dumplings for supper and prepare for spending part of the day out with the kidling" had me imagining that newly made candle building up enough fire to cook the ham and dumplings. And THEN you were going to spend part of the day with the KINDLING.
ReplyDeleteIt's just an ickle bitty candle, not big enough to cook over, lol.
DeleteCould go many places with those images indeed at your feed.
ReplyDeleteI'me voting for something a bit more lighthearted this time; we'll see.
DeleteI am glad you feel like getting out....at least it is a sunny day! I suppose you are done gone with the kidling, but if not have a nice day!
ReplyDeleteWe did, thank you!
DeleteI'm hoping to get a few photos whilst we're out and about.
ReplyDeleteThose were the candle days, seventies, hurrah.
ReplyDeleteStill the candle days here! =)
DeleteThe first picture sparked a story idea, which quickly buried itself again. I'll have to let the subconscious work on it. Looking forward to reading what you write from them.
ReplyDeleteRight back atcha!
Deleteloved the sun rays over the hair of kid,second pic is also impressive ,hope to see more lovely wonders dear
ReplyDeleteThank you baili. =)
DeleteThe pic of the old car sparked a few paragraphs, interestingly enough. When I wrote them out and read them over, I was intrigued. So much more story there. Would you like to see them?
ReplyDeleteOf course I would!
DeleteCool....I like these.
ReplyDeleteAs she awaits her pa each passing day, dressed in a fancy pink dress adorned with lace on the bodice, she makes sure her hair is set perfectly, the sunlight gives it a strawberry blond hue. Purly, her nickname, given by her father, dons her cowboy boots, all the while remembering that their favorite pastime together is riding the prairies on horseback. Even tho the horses are plow horses, the time spent with her father was always never wasted. They'd talk, giggle, race through the high dew laden grasses, and picnic near the barn where her father could be found most days, tinking with his car.
Now she stands, waiting, and the car? It rusts away as the barn deteriorates. Her father was shot down over the English Channel as he served his country.
A salty tear falls from Purly's crystal blue eyes, dripping on the lace bodice.
Now...the Lakota post below this...excellent!!! My father was BORN near Aberdeen S D. Which made it all the more a good read. Well done Ms. J
What a touching tale, Anni, I applaud you! Thanks so much for joining in and thank you for your kind words.
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