Who Won the Week (8 November 2020)

I always liked Fandango’s Who Won the Week post, and like to join in with some quirky stories from my own newsfeeds. All from our unique vantage points, the idea is to pick something (a person, organisation, anything) which “won” the week.


My winner of the week, without a shadow of a doubt, is Donald Trump, because at the time of writing, 70,812,514 (Associated Press) other people share his vile vision of the world.

Don’t get me wrong, I am glad that Biden won but my concern is that this many Trump-disciples exist.

I fear that the US has a way to go before it leaves its Dark Ages. Yesterday I read one blog post stating that Biden’s victory had “unified” America – their choice of word, I think, could have been better. It is these 70 million people who need to be defeated, not Trump. That work has just begun.

Life through the Lens (8 November 2020)

As my previous series came to an end, I had the idea to post some of my own photographs.

When my eyes were better, I used to enjoy photography. I had some decent kit and was around just as digital photography was taking off. Although it was strictly a hobby for me, two of my photos were published. One rural shot of hay bales ended up in a brochure made by the UK’s NFU (farming), another ended up in a coffee-table book about lighthouses. I wasn’t David Bailey but a couple of times, I was fortunate to be in the right place at the right time.

I thought I’d share some. All these photographs were taken by me, I own the copyright so if you’d like to use any, go for it. Just so long as you don’t use them to make any money.

My aim is to publish weekly again but this time, on Sunday afternoons. I’m just going to repeat this spiel each week, too, for the benefit of new readers, so you can safely skip to the camera graphic to save reading the blurb each time.

If you look at the category above (high on left, by the date), I’ll put every photo in that same category so you can find previously-published photos. If I feel a photo needs some explanation, I’ll maybe write a line or two to go with it. Like the last time, I’ll keep going until I run out of steam. Oh, and feel free to join in, if the fancy takes you.

I’ve linked to a higher-res umage under each photo.

It’s funny, I was chatting to another blogger a while back after they had posted a photo of a kingfisher. I learned that there are many types of kingfisher in the world, but that the species in the UK is called the “common” kingfisher.

Having said that, kingfishers in the UK are far from common, I only ever saw them a few times and only managed to photograph them this once.

This day was a dawn trip to Blandford Forum, in Dorset, UK, another short drive from home, and I really lucked out, seeing both otter and kingfisher.

Oh, and I wrote a little ditty today to go with the image:

A kingfisher swiftly flew past,
“My God”, said I, “that was fast.”
Just a flash past my eye,
As it nimbly flew by,
An experience never surpassed!

I blurred some of the photo out, just to obscure the original copyright notice.

The Battle of the Sexes

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 8 November 2020, berate.

Or,

Because we’ve all been there 🤣.

A woman got into a state,
Got flustered because she was late,
Last-minute arrival,
Would threaten survival,
As her husband would often berate.

Now, I’m expecting about fifty comments saying that describes my relationship to a tee.

We Will Remember

A serious poem to display my cynicism on Remembrance Sunday (today) in the UK.

I think we should remember, but I think we should also be clear on what we are remembering. And when we do fight a fight, it should be for a cause we believe in. I would have been a lousy soldier.

We will remember,
But soon to forget,
For dropping our smartbombs,
We have no regrets.

We will remember,
I hear the loud cry,
Remember what?
Is my simple reply.

We will remember,
All those young lives,
But that will not make us
Change impervious minds

We will remember,
to show them respect.
But just don’t expect us
to have introspect.

We will remember,
to lay down the wreath.
Do not indicate
What our thoughts are beneath.

We will remember
Make sure we look the part.
But who can determine
What goes on in my heart.

We will remember
This great photo op
As they take their photos,
My ordnance will drop.

We will remember,
This cloudy Sunday,
To make sure our killing’s done,
Far, far away.

We will all agree that people made sacrifices, lives are cut short, but we have to think further than that. We should also remember that those lives were cut short precisely because of the folly of somebody’s ideas. That war represents a failure of negotiation. That because all these lives end up being cut short, war should be a last resort.