Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Roads

ROADS:

My entry for this week:

busy road junction in a small village

This road was closed for road race

Margate

Take care on this junction 

So many parked cars

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Needs to have the Letter “K” anywhere in the word

https://ceenphotography.com/2020/02/18/cffc-needs-to-have-the-letter-k-anywhere-in-the-word/

Here is my entry for this week:

Full English BreaKfast

TurKish restaurant

SherlocK Holmes and Dr. Watson

TicKet Office

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Bicycles, Tricycles, Motorcycles, Unicycles

This week the topic is Bicycles, Tricycles, Motorcycles and Unicycles.  

For more information on this challenge, please visit the Black & White Challenge page.

Here is my entry for this week: 

Lizard on a bike

Penny Farthing (in a pub)

sunshine catching bike

Engraved motorbike on a wooden box

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Vanishing or Leading Lines

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: 

Vanishing or Leading Lines

The topic for this week is Vanishing or Leading Lines.

Feel free to use your photo archives and see what photos you have that fits the current week’s challenge, or even better yet grab you camera and take a new photo!  ENJOY and have FUN.

To join in: https://ceenphotography.com/2020/02/11/cees-fun-foto-challenge-vanishing-or-leading-lines/

Here is my entry for this week:

Country path

staircase leading to the top of a lighthouse




Roof at St Pancras International Station 

CEE'S BLACK AND WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE - ALL SORTS OF SIGNS

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: All Sorts of Signs

January 30, 2020 Cee Neuner

This week the topic is All Sorts of Signs.  

Here are my signs: 

Hoarding advertising new homes for sale

And maybe you will need some garden furniture as well

All that house hunting and shopping might make you thirsty, so a quick stop in the local pub. 

LOOKING GLASS

I'm joining in with the Weekend Writing Prompt #142
from Sammi Cox

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/02/01/weekend-writing-prompt-142-looking-glass/

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

• your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
• the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

Word Prompt:                   Looking-glass

Challenge

 HERE IS MY ENTRY:

LOOKING GLASS

In the mirror she looked at her blonde hair

And was pleased with what she saw there

Falling gracefully from her shoulders in rings

Curling round her shoulders like wings.

Although still young and naive

She knew how to grieve

For the life that she wanted

Not feel haunted

With the acute lacuna of emotion

That presages her day and night with such commotion 

WEP December 2019 - FOOTPRINTS - DL

It's time for our last challenge of 2019 - the subject as above is FOOTPRINTS

Here is my contribution: 

Sitting on the bench Albert watched the horizon.  His rheumy eyes sometimes found it difficult to focus further out or even in, these days.  The glasses helped; he was amazed that they turned dark at the least sign of bright sunshine.  The things they could do these days, he knew there was a name for it trans something – oh no, that was something else – yes, photogenic.  No, that wasn't right either.  Shaking his head, he relaxed his mind, maybe the word he was searching for would come to him in time.  Time was something he had a lot of these days, although maybe not as much as he wanted.

Sitting on the memorial bench dedicated in memory of his lovely wife, Eileen, his mind opened like a trailer for a film.  Snapshots of his life, their life together and now this third transition, his life on his own. 

Did he leave enough of a mark for generations to come to remember him?  He didn’t live through a war.   He didn’t invent a life-saving medical drug.  He didn’t make lots of money, although he earned a decent enough living throughout his life by working hard and diligently.  His family didn’t go without, they didn’t live in the lap of luxury but they were happy.  He didn’t write a book, direct a film or become a big film star.  He didn’t paint, sculpt or do anything artistic. 

What he did do was love his life, his family and help anybody whenever he could.  He was lucky to be surrounded by family when so many families became scattered, dysfunctional or just too busy.

The seagulls squawked their raucous calls, as he looked up at them whirling around in the blue sky above he gave thanks to – well he wasn’t sure who he could give thanks to or even if there was someone/something out there but that was another thought for another day and another time, probably with the help of a glass of whisky or two. He laughed quietly to himself, he did enjoy a tipple of an evening.

Oh yes, photochromatic, that’s what his spectacles had – they changed into sunglasses all by themselves.  Amazing.

He heard the clock tower strike eleven, she was late again but then when was she ever early?  That would be her legacy in life, always rushing but never on time rather like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland – “I’m late, I’m late! For a very important date!”  She had a heart of gold but time-keeping wasn't in her make-up.

Albert looked out over his favourite scene.  There he was.  His precious godson or as he liked to think of him, his precious grandson.  Not by blood, not by birth but by bonding.   This little boy was the light of his life and he was so grateful Harry and Louise had come in to his life when they had.  They had enveloped him in their love, in their family and made his days not as lonely any more.

That was their legacy, their footprint in time.  They might not aspire or achieve great or notable things in the world but they would pass on their kindness, love, fortitude, morals and downright human decency.  Albert nodded to himself, you didn’t have to be famous, have your name known by all and sundry, so long as those people who were in your life let you love them and they loved you in return.

Harry was making his bid for freedom.  Look at him go.  Those sturdy little legs carrying him far away (always in sight of his mother though) – he was full of life and Albert hoped that would never fade.  

The sky met the sea, the sea met the shingle and Harry’s footprints left a faint mark which would be washed away by the later tide, borne who knows where, perhaps to lands far away, perhaps to the depths of the earth.  Albert waved at Louise who beamed back at him, beckoning him to join them on the beach for a cuppa.  She’d also have something delicious to treat him with, perhaps a chocolate muffin if he was lucky.  

Yes, he did feel lucky.  So lucky. He watched Harry gaze in wonder at the vista beyond his young eyes.  Albert gazed also in wonder at the scene as he slowly, stiffly, rose from the bench, blowing a kiss to his love as he moved forward with his life.

FOOTPRINTS

Generations come and go

Leaving footprints in the snow

In the sand

Through the land

Legacies that live on through others

The sisters and mothers

The fathers and brothers

Nephews and nieces

Cousins and sundries

Assorted, blended families

Lay behind love and loyalty

Hidden depths take pride of place

As people move in and out of the human race

Bigotry passes

No more classes

A Utopian dream

Perhaps never seen

Maybe won’t ever exist

Word count: 817