I thought I’d have another go at Cee’s Black and White Challenge this week, so I went out and about around the neighbourhood with my camera set to “Mono”. This week’s subject is “Geometric Shapes”.
Here’s the back of my car. I washed it and everything, look at that shine! (Not specifically for the photo, it was dirty.) I don’t know what purpose that honeycomb thing serves, but it makes the car look good as it explodes down the road at high speed.
Here’s the garage I don’t park it in because it’s full of junk. At the left of the photo you can see the leaky gutter joint I haven’t bothered to fix.
I need to weld this shut so the water company can’t see how much water I’ve used. But the joke would be on me – this is actually next door’s water meter cover. Ha ha.
And finally, this is what stops nasty dirt getting into my house.
I hope you enjoyed my pictures :-).
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
With a gust of icy wind Jared entered the shelter. His wife looked at him eagerly, anxiously, the unspoken question hanging between them. Finally Jared shook his head and looked away.
“All of them?” asked Sheera, her voice trembling. Jared looked at his wife and nodded.
“All of them.”
“So we’re the last.” It wasn’t a question. “We’re all alone.”
Little Hanna ran in and hugged her Dad. “You’re back, you’re back!” she squealed, while in the kitchenette Sheera prepared drinks, carefully mixing a generous dosage of “Martian Deathcap” into each of the three cups.
Drinking deeply, the last surviving “Red Planet Pioneers” faded quietly away.
Here is my contribution to Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. We get a photo and a starting sentence and then 150-ish words to finish the story.
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story below.
So without further ado, let’s join the Harris family on their educational African safari!
The Harris Family and the Cycle of Life
They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.
“Oh, Daddy!” exclaimed little Betty Harris. “Aren’t they cute?”
“Look at how they frolic along happily beside their parents!” added her mother. “Shall we keep following them?”
“Ooh, yes!” giggled Betty excitedly. “May we, Daddy, may we?”
“Of course!” laughed Father. Betty clapped her hands with glee.
They entered the woods and soon spotted the buffaloes at a watering hole. Father knelt down, readied his hunting rifle and pulled the trigger. The nearest buffalo baby’s head exploded, bits and pieces splashing into the water. Betty gasped.
“Father, what have you done?”
“It’s all part of the Cycle of Life,” explained Mother. “You see, we’re the dominant species and therefore we can kill all the animals!”
“All of them? Wow!” said Betty. “Father, may I have a go with the gun?”
Tune in again next week when Mother discovers the error in her “dominant species” theory in “The Harris Family and the Hideous Child-Eating Lion of Death”.
This is a post for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week the topic is to post pictures of anything with numbers on.
I’ve never tried this before, but my new camera has a black and white setting on it. My photos aren’t very creative, just things from around the house with numbers on, but I was excited to try out the setting on my camera! I shrunk each down by about 60% for uploading.
Click on a picture to see a large-size slideshow type thing :-).
Here I am in my regular Share Your World Sunday slot. This challenge is hosted by Cee over on her blog full of lovely photographs.
Regarding your fridge, is it organised or a mess inside?
As far as I’m concerned it’s organised. Everything is in its correct place and there’s no gone off food or leftovers. It could do with a clean out though, I guess, as it’s been 7 years and two houses now (when I moved I defrosted the freezer section but didn’t clean out the fridge). I don’t spill stuff in it, though, so it’s okay.
Have you ever been a participant in a parade? What did you do?
No, as far as I can remember I’ve never been in a parade. I don’t think I’d want to be marching along with everyone looking at me.
How do you stand out from the crowd?
I don’t. My whole plan is to blend into the background. Like a ninja. A barely glimpsed flash of movement in the dark. Was I really ever there? Nobody knows.
How many bones, if any, have you broken?
I’ve never broken any bones. Except, perhaps, my little toe. I read somewhere that little toes get broken quite often, but people don’t realise and there’s nothing to be done anyway.
I was in my kitchen when I spotted movement in a tree. My new camera was nearby and was already equipped with my new zoom lens (“Mr Zoomy”) so I snapped off a shot. Well, three shots, but only one was properly focussed. The sun’s glaring off him a bit and in the only in-focus shot he was looking the other way.
I wanted to know what he was, so I asked Mr Google, checked in books and conversed with many experts in the field and have finally discovered that he is a “bird” (or, if you’re an expert on the subject like I am now, Birdus Birdicus).
It’s Friday Fictioneers time again. Every week Rochelle supplies us with a photo prompt and we get 100 or so words in which to write our story. This week’s photo was supplied by Roger Bultot.
Here’s my rather dark story for this week, and to read all the other stories you can click on the little blue froggy.
“Can you tell me why, Jimmy?” The doctor, notepad in hand, looked at the young man sitting across from him.
“Don’t you know? Don’t you feel it too?”
“Feel what, Jimmy?”
“That rush, that surge… elation! The flames live.” His eyes became dark, furtive, his voice suddenly hushed. “They need to live.”
“And the people you’ve hurt?”
“The fire must eat. That is why the fire exists.” Cold now, dispassionate.
“Tell me about your family, Jimmy. I understand they died in an electrical fire when you were seven?”
Jimmy’s eyes gleamed. “My first. You never forget your first!”
Recommend continued psychiatric detention. Advise police reopen case 104723/A – “Matthews fire 1998″.