The lovely Delores at thefeatherednest created a wonderful meme. Each Monday anyone who wished to play would post a photograph. Anyone was welcome to take that photograph and put up a post inspired by that photo, or to critique other people's posts. Life has got in her way so Delores is retiring this meme until May of next year.
I participated a few times and then life got in my way. However, on hearing that this was the last opportunity for a while I have made time.
This first image was posted by Delores herself. She told us that the photograph is of her father. I hope and trust that I am not treading on any toes here.
'You can't make me'.
'What can't I make you do?'
'Anything. You are not the boss of me'
'So there.'
The second image was provided by Susan Kane of thecontemplativecat.
It is three twenty six on a sunny September afternoon. And it will stay three twenty six and nothing will move, nothing will grow and nothing will prosper until my conditions are met.
Firstly the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter ( I am a traditionalist you know) must enter town by the western gate.
She must arrive on foot in a September with a blue moon.
On the day of that blue moon at three twenty six precisely she must greet by name the seagulls caught in flight overhead.
If these conditions are not met, time will stay stopped forever...
I participated a few times and then life got in my way. However, on hearing that this was the last opportunity for a while I have made time.
This first image was posted by Delores herself. She told us that the photograph is of her father. I hope and trust that I am not treading on any toes here.
'You can't make me'.
'What can't I make you do?'
'Anything. You are not the boss of me'
'So there.'
The second image was provided by Susan Kane of thecontemplativecat.
It is three twenty six on a sunny September afternoon. And it will stay three twenty six and nothing will move, nothing will grow and nothing will prosper until my conditions are met.
Firstly the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter ( I am a traditionalist you know) must enter town by the western gate.
She must arrive on foot in a September with a blue moon.
On the day of that blue moon at three twenty six precisely she must greet by name the seagulls caught in flight overhead.
If these conditions are not met, time will stay stopped forever...