Monthly Archives: October 2016

Cee’s Fun Foto: Houses or Barns

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/25/cees-fun-foto-challenge-houses-andor-barns/

Beating the Bans

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Beating the Bans

If you think that I’ve flunked at being a wife
and been 86’d from a domestic life,
was it the pie crust that I made too tough?
Might I have failed at life in the buff?
Didn’t I kiss right? Did I flub the pressing,
leaving a wrinkle in my husband’s dressing?
Did I speak out too much for my kind?
Not take into account that fellows might mind
if I had a career of my own to take care of,
not feeling it adequate I had a pair of
breasts you could fondle or legs I could wind,
an adequate body, a perky behind?
If I’m not the kind of lass you might marry,
the sort who leaves you rattled and wary:
brash and smart and outspoken and bold,
excellent negotiator, stubborn and cold?
If I am unfit as a humble home’s resident,
perhaps I might make you an excellent president!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/banned/

Thorny: Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge

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Don’t know why I like this photo so much, but had to share it as an oddball!!! I guess I’m just an oddball.

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/21/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2016-week-42/

Photo a Week Challenge, Tools

https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2016/10/20/a-photo-a-week-challenge-tools-power-and-otherwise/

Boo! JNWs Halloween Challenge, Oct. 25, 2016, Scary

 

Judy Ghost

For about a year, in every photo of my sister, she was wearing cowboy boots.  I doubt she was half so startled as this scene suggests.  I had a nylon stocking over my face and the pointed head is an illusion created by the fold of the sheet.  I think it is interesting that the Frosty the Snowman plastic “ornament” is already out on the end table.  Or perhaps it is still there from the Xmas before. At any rate, short of field mice or spiders, this is as scary as it ever got at my house.

The prompt word today is “Scary.”

Fall Colors: Flower of the Day, Oct. 25, 2016

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I have no idea what this flower is.  Its leaves are dark green and lush, the flowers, the size of a finger, shy and retiring by comparison.  It grows beside my studio.  I’m sure I planted it, but I can’t remember when.

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/24/flower-of-the-day-october-25-2016-chrysanthemums/

Hemingway

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Hemingway

Because he liked that lost sensation,
(that loss-of-memory elation
that comes from excess of libation)
he nightly staged that transformation
that ended all his perturbation,
thereby taking a  vacation
from the quest for information
to seed his novel’s inspiration.

As he imbibed in a rash ration
of this liquid excitation,
it also raised the consternation
of friends of long association
who watched the sad continuation
of his fine mind’s alteration
as he drank to satiation
and finally, to his tale’s cessation.

Ernest Hemingway on the topic of whiskey:

“Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey.”

The prompt word today was “Transformation.”

Gates: JNW’s Halloween Challenge, Oct 24, 2016

Gates:  Open, closed, established or makeshift.  Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish a gate from a door. Hopefully, these all qualify in one way or another. Not very Halloweeny, but nonetheless, they meet the word prompt. Thanks to forgottenman for helping me to find these photos among the 50,000 on my computer.  He’s a genius at photo retrieval.  He should make a business of it! As usual, click on the first photo to enlarge them all.

 

https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/10/24/jnws-halloween-challenge-gate/

Baby Sun Rose and Aloe: Flower of the Day, Oct 24, 2016

This is my 2500th blog posting!

 

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For Cee’s gorgeous dahlia, look HERE.

 

For the “Tiny” challenge, look HERE.

Too small

 

That Small Feeling That Something’s Wrong

My intuition sounds its gong.
I have an inkling something’s wrong.
I look  around  for what’s amiss,
but cannot tell what signals this.
My arm and neck hairs stir and rise,
as if to warn me of surprise.
This tiny hunch keeps me alert,
but insight is a fickle flirt.
When nothing happens, it goes away
and I live out my normal day.
That tiny niggling little prickle
might lead to nought, for insight’s fickle,
and sometimes things are just so small
that they aren’t there at all.

 

The prompt word today is “tiny.”