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Jarrod enticed the birds with the poisoned biscuit. Rumour had it the stones would topple if the birds departed. Soon he’d know. The birds came, talons cutting, beaks pecking, wings flapping but none ate. The only departure was Jarrod as he ran bleeding.
In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tales
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day”. I was challenged by Rebel Guy. This is not as easy as it seems. Photos that tell of your life without people is not as easy as it sounds. Day 5 it seems was difficult to get the me from it. I will explain later today for any that are interested. Back I think to less abstraction. For those that know me let me know if you think the photo tells of me for those that don’t know me so well let me know what you think I am trying to pass on about my life.
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If anybody would like to take up the challenge please let me know and I will link to you.
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This one was sunset Wednesday 25th October 2017 6.07 pm but too beautiful not to share.
To see skies around the world participating in Skywatch Friday
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Rounded walkways
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rounded roofs
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beads rounded
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rounded fishing spot with sadly no rounded lines
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rounded temple offerings
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rounded builiding
All up making a trip to Vietnam
An all round good experience.
In response to Weekly Photo Challenge
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day”. I was challenged by Rebel Guy. This is not as easy as it seems. Photos that tell of your life without people is not as easy as it sounds. So far the photos have been easy to interpret – looking forward to your interpreations of those that follow over the next few days. For those that know me let me know if you think the photo tells of me for those that don’t know me so well let me know what you think I am trying to pass on about my life.
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If anybody would like to take up the challenge please let me know and I will link to you.
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Here’s one for all you crime writers. Not my genre but I’ve been shuffling through a few James Patterson and G.K Chesterton and I’m ready to get my dagger out and poison quill. Join in.
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day”. I was challenged by Rebel Guy. This is not as easy as it seems. Photos that tell of your life without people is not as easy as it sounds. For those that know me let me know if you think the photo tells of me for those that don’t know me so well let me know what you think I am trying to pass on about my life.
© irene waters 2017
If anybody would like to take up the challenge please let me know and I will link to you.
photo prompt by Roger Bultot
“I’m going to the ampitheatre.” Bhoudi stamped her foot. “I have to, if I’m to be saved.”
“We should go with her. What if the end of the world is nigh?” Bhoudi smiled her thanks to her mother. She didn’t expect the appocalypse but she did want to see Krishnamurti, walk on water. She looked at her father.
“Alright. We’ll all go.” They walked to the river and joined the throng of Theophisists chanting and praying in the temple. The non-believers mocked.
Suddenly the water smoothed. A mushroom cloud rolled in. The insults stopped. Bhoudi smiled. “Krishnamurti! I am saved.”
For other Friday Fictioneers
Historical note: Krishnamurti severed his ties with Theosophy in the 1920s and Theosophosists deny they ever expected him to enter Sydney Harbour walking on water. My Auntie Bhoudi, a theosophist, joined the throngs down by the harbour waiting for him to arrive.
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Fjordland New Zealand is as spectacular as the fjords in Norway although the ones in Norway seemed to be more populated with people than those in New Zealand.
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I was very grateful that I had bought a jacket. Despite my long sleeved vests it was freezing despite being summer.
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In New Zealand there are still old jalopies getting around. This one though was souped up a little.
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Back in Australia the alternate name for the kookaburra is the laughing jackass. These three weren’t laughing but posed nicely for me.
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A tree, the jacaranda, which originates in South Africa grows well in subtropical Australia. The city of Grafton is lined with these trees and has an annual jacaranda festival. As the petals drop and turn to sludge the kids have fun running and sliding on them. I know, I used to do it.
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It is the jasmine you are looking at in this photo but perhaps jackaroo and jillaby the kangaroos that are most likely wallabies are of more interest.
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