In response to Fandango’s Who Won the Week posts, I have been looking at my own newsfeeds.
Do you remember my post last week?
ICategory: Personal
Life through the Lens (25 July 2021)
When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.
Who Won the Week (18 July 2021)
In response to Fandango’s Who Won the Week posts, I have been looking at my own newsfeeds.
This is a story very much in progress, so I’m not sure whether I’m talking about someone who won the week or who lost it.
Let me tell you about my odyssey.
ILife through the Lens (18 July 2021)
When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.
I just liked this town. it reminds me of my frequent cycling trips to France – this is called Arromanches, in Normandy, right by the D-Day beaches. Arromanches was known in its own right for being the site of an artificial Mulberry harbour, which the allies used to disembark men and materiel before they captured any proper harbours in France, and its remnants can still be seen a little way out to sea today.
This is not a remarkable image but it was appropriate to run alongside the news that I will hopefully be visiting Arromanches once again for the second half of the week.
I will have some devices with me but have no idea whether there will be time, wi-fi or willpower to be active on WordPress. My planned posts are already scheduled, I hope to read some of yours, but I have no specific plans to write spontaneously while I am there.
I’ll say more this evening.
Life through the Lens (11 July 2021)
When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.
Old Rope
Yesterday, my blogging friend KK published a piece of flash. I liked the idea, had some time spare so I thought I might try writing this one, too.
The constraints were:
- exactly 75 words
- incorporating either a revolutionary or a droid. I’m not sure whether these words were just part of the theme, or whether they should be included.
In any case, I included the word revolutionary. I struggled for any droid ideas from this particular photo.
Lastly, themed on the image below:
Malee could hardly believe his fortune. Forty years creating unremarkable noodle soup, a recipe inherited from his mother, its secret ingredients simply forest herbs. And now, one of those herbs, the next big thing, the revolutionary weight loss drug.
“Ah, well”, he reflected to his beautiful wife, still trim after all these years, “if that’s what they believe, who am I to argue?” Pulling a reel of grubby banknotes from his pocket, he began counting.
(75 words.)
If this sparks your interest, why not have a try? You can see how many sentences I wrote, this is only really short. Pingback to me, or leave a comment, or best of all, ping back to KK’s original post, whose link is:
Life through the Lens (4 July 2021)
When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.
A reenactment of the UK’s very own independence, the Civil War, which determined whether the king or the parliament reigned supreme. Unfortunately, the people lost out, both ways.
Revolutions usually mean sweeping out something old and corrupt, a breath of fresh air, so I’m usually in favour. The only thing none of us mastered is replacing corrupt regimes with anything better.
And we should be careful what we wish for – disgruntled Americans are now free to shoot people dead in large numbers, people they never met, people they have no way of knowing whether good or bad. Next time you hear news of a mass shooting, remember the “freedom” you’re celebrating today. Freedom is great, but with it comes responsibility. It’s a shame America’s thinkers didn’t think to write that down, too.
I love this shot, I love being able to actually see the guns being fired.
Wedding Bells
I struggle now with most dates
But this one’s cast in stone,
For years it was your birthday,
When I was barely grown.
As I myself got older,
Another milestone carried,
The day that was important,
The one when you got married.
So Happy Anniversary,
I send you my best wishes,
A healthy sprinkle of my love,
Topped off with many kisses.
My parents would have been married 55 years today. Mum got married on her 22nd birthday, so today would also have been her 77th birthday. I never got it as a child, because when you’re 10 years old, birthdays are everything. As I got older I realised that birthdays are millstones, each one just weighing us down a little more and, for mum, the anniversary was always the biggie. So my focus gradually changed as I started to respond to her preference. When I got married myself, I understood.
I like to remember people as they were, not to eulogise them in death. My mother had her faults, she was a constant struggle to get on with, just as I’m sure I was and still am. But lots of people live way beyond 77 these days, and I can’t help but think that my daughter could have used her gran a little while longer.
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