WPC -Texture.

Friday 8th August 2014

Texture

Guest photographer Natalia Maks invites you to find unexpected textures in the world around you.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/texture/

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Enjoy and Thank you.

Gerry A/C ©

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WPC -Contrast.

Saturday 28th June 2014.

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 http://cobbie69.wordpress.com/    For my 101 challenges a total of 20 short, very short stories.

Light and dark, tall and short, happy and sad — this week, share a shot that captures a contrast.

Sunrises April 12 2010

 

Hotel Sunrise.

Sunset Hotel April 7 2010

Hotel Sunset.

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Write 101- Day 11[Size Matters]

Monday 16th June 2014.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-101-day-eleven/

writing-101-june-2014-class-badge-2Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?  

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.

 

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My Abode and Dwelling.

Write 101

Day 11.

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Today my mother woke me and my brothers and surprised us by saying we were going out. Dad was to take us to a safari park. So we were to get ready, and this meant the usual, a good wash, clean behind the ears, clean clothes and breakfast.

My brothers and I ran about the house, excited to be going out, this was a rare thing for our family as we were not a wealthy family.  The three bedroom house mostly seemed to be plenty large enough for us, but when all us kids are rushing about trying to get ready we would keep bumping into each other and like all kids keep moaning about it. Up the stairs I would run, into my bedroom, rummage through my clothes drawer settle for something, put it on and then be out by my front gate and waiting. Dad was checking the oil level in his car.  Our garden was a nice size, my dad grows fruits, gooseberry and strawberry and blackcurrant  and sweet corn. While at the same time there was room for us kids to play around in. I fell in love with small apple tree near our back door, here was the kitchen and mum often watched us through the kitchen window. This apple tree became an important part of my life in later years.

While waiting for mum to finish off getting the picnic and drinks I stood at the gate and looked up and down the road, a small private road, with thirty two houses. Ours a semi detached, but there a mix of four house terraced as well. I loved this house and place we lived, a village in the south with a huge mix of characters. We had to deal with animals wandering the village, horses, cows and donkeys, they were mostly friendly. There was the odd bad tempered one. I then started thinking of the long haired highland cow that frightened the daylights out of me.

Dad had finished the service of his car, and I was now joined by my older brother. He was more excited than me. We all helped load the car with the food and drinks and mother made sure she had the boiled sweets for us kids. Shortly after us three kids and mother and father was on our way. We headed along the short road and turned onto the main village high street, through the watersplash and turned left onto the main road and was now heading out of our village. Dad had to brake when he came upon a herd of horses walking along the side of the road. Always had to be alert because these horses would just walk out in front of the cars. There were quite a few deaths of horse every year, and sometime the occupants of the car were killed. This time of year deer were a problem, especially at night. They would jump the fencing and run across the road in large herds, following each other in a line. The forestry commission fitted many reflectors to the fence posts, they were  angled so as to reflect car lights into the woods. This often deterred the deer  from jumping the fencing, keeping the road clear.

Another animal that lost its life regularly on the side of the road was rabbits, also coming out at night and they always followed the grass verges.

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Changes…To Write? Too late..

Friday 14th March 2014

Another exclusive unearthed from the Daily Gerald reporter…Gaa/C 2014©

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Changes/To write?….  The following report is purely a report.

Changes,, new developments and new mentality, Change it from yesterday to today, and tomorrow. What exactly constitutes to change. Changing ones underwear, changing ones clothes. Changing ones hairstyle or colour. The act of changing ones mind, yes I suppose these can all be accounted for as change.

Change – replace with another.  As I have just had done to me.

Change – attitudes, these are and can be considered drastic, and hurting, or just bad,  depending on what it is that has changed. Or how the person or persons changed.  eg: when something is considered good and normal between, say, two people. Whether it be siblings, parents or even lovers. This happens when one of them decides to change their thoughts and attitude towards and an on going situation. Especially when the other is thinking that it need not have changed as such.

I have just become one of the many, especially Facebooker’s to use a quote of the day or just quotes. What the hell is all this about? Proving that one can research and find all these quotes on Google or any other search option. Purely their choice I know, but it seems to be so rife  that it becomes boring. [Like me I suppose]. Easy it is to put a quote on a post or timeline, easier than writing our own words of wisdom, is it? oh! and it makes us all look good.  How many of us actually believe or follow the actions of these words that some person has thought up and written for us to make ourselves look good. Sad when people result to this. But I have ‘Changed’ and also become sad, because, hey I am using a couple myself. I say words of wisdom, well are they?  Do I actually heed or take in the words on these quotes, do you, it makes me wonder. 

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Lets take the first line – ‘no one falls in love by choice,  it is by chance’ [maybe so, but we do have a choice. Do we not have control of our own emotions and mind.]

Second line – no one stays in love by choice, it is by work. [to me this is pathetic, love is natural and needs no work. relationships yes maybe]

Third line – no one falls out of love by chance. it is by choice. [ I will be nasty and say what a load of crap. I have never experienced falling out of love by choice.] It is usually forced on one by the opposite party.

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How ever you might well disagree, but that is your choice and is respected. But what I have encountered partly for my myself but seen from the outside looking in, is the absolute rubbish people say just to verify their reasoning. You have changed, is a common one. Even exaggerate the situation. I can be and probably have been guilty of this as well, it just seems to be human nature. Words like this demean the real emotion of love, the power, the drug to be addicted to. So many ways to love, fall in love, experience love, in fact there are far too many to mention, THERE ARE NO RULES TO LOVE! are there?  Yet someone writes a few lines and hey: we are all using them. [including me]

Change, can be made voluntarily, as much as unknown to us, changes gradually happen while we live, not knowing it is happening. We are told this is life.  But is it and are we so readily to accept this, or should we question. I think it is often used as an excuse, not a reason. Health is a good reason for change, forced upon us, and we have to adapt and change to compensate the illness and its symptoms. That is another post, which will be written and edited shortly by Daily Gerald newspaper.

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Xmas Story [Gift of Love] 19

Thursday 19th December 2013.

Penultimate part.

Christmas story best

Home at Last.

Home at Last.

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To be Continued.. Final part tomorrow….

Please excuse any errors and enjoy. Thank you.

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Xmas Story [Gift of Love] 13

Friday 13th December 2013

Christmas story best

At Last We Meet Again.  {beautiful piece}

At Last We Meet.

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To be Continued…

Please excuse any errors and enjoy . Thank you.

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Experimental Writing Challenge

8th May 2013 Wednesday…

http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/

Sandra’s new challenge guys please try it out…

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My Story…

He tried to touch the picture thinking he was  touching her, he was suddenly drawn in, suck into this fantasy world. This world, unusual, strange but very enticing. The colours were bright, very hypnotic, and he could not help himself, he was blinded by what he saw, the beauty in front of him, just swept him away.  He saw her, standing in the distance, then she slipped and slid to the edge and was hanging on for dear life. Hanging by her hands, she happily swung back and forth. She had a smile on her face, did not look scared.  He ran to try and help her thinking she was in danger, but she was always just out of reach. He shouted to her, she could not hear him. “Here let me take your hand, I’ll try to pull you up” As he lent over, the slanted flooring of the mushroom shape was making him slide. He tried his hardest to stop, pressing his hands and feet hard to the surface. Slowing down but still slowly nearing the edge. Slipping still and nearing her, he thought he must stop, panic reaching his throat and chest, he would lose her as well as himself. His momentum carried him over edge, and as he started to fall, he saw her smiling and flew into the air and hovering in the air she just watched him fall. Out of sight he went into the darkness.. The last thing he heard was a laugh, so cruel. the darkness absorbed him and he was gone.

Bang!! bang!! the loud knock on the window woke him with a start, he was still clutching the picture of planets and strange shapes by Terry Valley.. his heart was beating so fast and sweat on his forehead, he now realised, and remembering, life was so unfair…

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