Daily Archives: November 25, 2017

#writephoto – Neel Anil Panicker – Night’s vigil

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on neelwritesblog:
Thursday Photo Prompt HOSTED BY sue vincent NIGHT’S VIGIL By Neel Anil Panicker Raymond looked down at his feet and kicked Jack’s once muscular body, now just a crumpled mass of tissue turned ‘cold as winter’.…

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Bleak – Trent P. McDonald – #writephoto

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

“On a stony bluff looking over the sea.” I had read great-great-grandfather Irving’s words so many times, I knew them by heart. When I closed my eyes, I could see the ancestral home set up over the crashing waves. I … Continue reading →

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Artists and Old Age by D.Wallace Peach

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

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Bleak – Frank Hubeny – #writephoto

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

The weather is too cold, too hot, too wet, too dry but something, since there’s room, if only rock, may call it home and welcome passing waves of water, air and other life although what comes may soon move … Continue reading →

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Touched …

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Filigree fingers Capture a winter morning Momentary pause Held in delicate embrace Past before it is present

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The Escape – by James at Powered by Robots – #writephoto

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

“Are you out of your mind, Jake? If we get caught here, they’ll add ten years to our sentences.” “Relax, Hubie. We won’t get caught. Now get off your lazy butt and help me drag the raft higher on the … Continue reading →

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Irony…

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

The morning dawned clear, it was frosty and cold But the sun was ablaze in the sky… I was off to my son’s with my wet weather gear, In the hope that I’d stay warm and dry. ‘Cause I thought … Continue reading →

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged decking, fall, gardening, jet washer, robin, stream | 52 Comments

Blinded by the light… Stuart France

Posted on November 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* So, we return to the quest. And turn shining eyes to the south. Not that we ever left it, yet the churches had definitely ‘fallen off-line’… Until Skipton. Until one particular stained-glass window in Skipton. It is tempting to … Continue reading →