Daily Archives: October 28, 2017

The Tour – This, That, and The Other #writephoto

Posted on October 28, 2017 by Sue Vincent

“That’s hard to believe,” Chuck said to the tour guide after looking at the half dozen photographs of the valley taken over four decades. “That whole area down there,” she said, waving her hand across the landscape toward the valley … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged #glacier, climate change, heartbreaking, hoax, one-word prompt, surreal, Thursday Photo Prompt, tour guide, tourists, wordpress | 4 Comments

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Sally’s Book Reviews – A Hundred Tiny Threads by Judith Barrow

Posted on October 28, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Sally Cronin at Smorgasbord: I have decided that now I have my new reading chair and I am spending time every day for an hour reading in it….. I would start doing my own reviews separate to the … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, reblog | Tagged A Hundred Tiny Threads, Black and Tans, Judith Barrow, Suffragettes by Smorgasbord - Variety is the Spice of Life. | 8 Comments

Ebb – #writephoto by Willow

Posted on October 28, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Mathew rose early the evening after after Hope’s fit. Since his nearly fatal run in with the three werewolves he had encountered a month back he had been sleeping late. This evening though he awoke ready to deal with anything. … Continue reading →

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Alone?

Posted on October 28, 2017 by Sue Vincent

To fly in solitude and greet the sun Far from the crowded dwellings of the herd! To find the sky as wide as any bird And vaunt each breaking day as freedom won. To find a home where only deer … Continue reading →

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged isolation, petrarchan sonnet, solitude, spiritual growth, unity | 10 Comments

Tidal Waves– Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on October 28, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Hands in her pockets, Elizabeth looked down from the top of the cliffs. The tide had receded gradually over the afternoon, revealing the seaweed-covered rocks, sand and pebbles of the seabed. The memory of the place was burned into her … Continue reading →