Time out

I am feeling a little bit overwhelmed.  Which I suspect is like a little pregnant.

I have been running on empty for too long.  I am tired to the point of nausea, my eye-balls are sweaty and my brain has retired from the fray.

For the next little while I am going to be absent from the blogosphere while I move myself towards the top of the nurturing required queue.  I will be back in the fullness of time.

Sunday Selections #71

Sunday Selections, brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, is an ongoing theme where participants post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

Anyone can join in, just post your photos under the Sunday Selections title, link back to Kim, then add your name to her Linky list at Frogpondsrock.  

This week I am featuring the tree dahlias which dominate the bottom fence of our garden.  Each year it is a gamble whether we will get hard frosts which kill the buds off before they bloom.  This year the frost was delayed long enough for them to bloom in profusion.  The tallest of them are probably about twelve feet high and, in the annoying way that plants have, our neighbours on two sides get better views of the blooms than we do.

Responses to Photo Prompt #3

The first photo I am responding to came from mybabyjohn/Delores at thefeatherednest.

Flash Fiction 50 words.

He was longed for and missed, that is clear.  Stone angels have never been cheap or quick to install.  He left the world at or before he came into it.  No name, no dates.  And now he is alone in the graveyard.  Leaving him alone must have hurt so much.

The second was from Susan Kane at thecontemplativecat (isn't that a brilliant blog name).

Old barns are romantic.  Old barns have charm.  People spend small fortunes converting old barns into homes for themselves rather than for the animals or fodder of the original design.  

How many of these old barns would have got a second look when they were strictly utilitarian?  It seems that the charm and the romance only begin when the door to the barn has been shut, and the horse has long since bolted. 

PS:  I am not immune to the charm of an old barn, with its mellow colours and the links to bygone days.

And the final one was prompted by this photo I put up.

'How could she!

I just don't believe it.

It was bad enough that she did it,

 it was worse that she had no shame and talked about it.

And now:

Now she has paid someone to put up a sign about it.

In a spot where my friends will walk every day.

I am so humiliated.

I will have to leave town.'

Monday/Tuesday Photo Prompt #3

I am joining with mybabyjohn/Delores and others in bringing you a photo to stimulate your imagination.  Please feel free to take the photo and run off to create a poem, a piece of prose or a picture to show us all.  If you do decide to take up this challenge, please leave a comment letting me, and others, know that you have joined into the Monday/Tuesday Photographic Pandemonium.

This plaque was set into the pavement in an area of town I go to quite often.  Until last week I had never noticed it, and I have been thinking about it ever since.

The Monday (Northern Hemisphere) Tuesday (Southern Hemisphere) Photo Prompt is a laid back project wherein anyone at anytime can join in..post a picture on a Monday/Tuesday, write something generated by the prompt (prose/poetry/long/short/fiction/nonfiction), read, critique, whatever ...  You have all week to think about what you want to write (or not). 

Current list of participants:

mybabyjohn/Delores

 Austanspace 

thecontemplativecat 

Empty Nest Insider 

Elephant's Child 

That Amy Saia 

Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe

Sunday Selections #70

Sunday Selections, brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, is an ongoing theme where participants post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

Anyone can join in, just post your photos under the Sunday Selections title, link back to Kim, then add your name to her Linky list at Frogpondsrock.  

This week I am continuing to put up photographs of street art.

I couldn't read any of the details around the base of this installation.  They were grimy and filled with dirt.  I may have to go back after rain as I liked this one, and wanted to know more about it.  It is quite large - the next shot I took standing inside it looking upwards.

These looked a little too 'professional' to be graffiti, but again - no artists details that I could see.
 

Making Amends

My two most recent Sunday Selections posts have been about the street art in a small section of town.  A few of you noted (quite accurately) that other than the image I had not given you any information about the sculptures.

I told you that my memory was suspect and that I would respond after I next went into town.  I went in to do a shift at Lifeline this morning, and wandered around with my camera again.  I also covered a wider area (by a block) so there will be more street art photos on Sunday.

Clicking on the photos will, I hope, make them large enough for you to read the details.

 

I know some of you wanted more information about this next installation, but my photo was blurred to the point of illegibility.  Another time.  I promise.