Empty Space


“I am not even sure how to start this post after so long without posting anything or writing anything..

A lot has happen in the last month or so..

We moved house, the kiddies moved nurseries, I had my first job as a photographer, which I am so grateful for and still can’t believe it happen. We had so much on and to be honest still do, but things are settling into place now and we are now starting to get back to our routine.

So now back to our challenge. I apolosise again for my very long absence and to get back to it I choose the theme ’empty space’. In photography ’empty space’ is referred as ‘negative space’ . Negative space is the area that surrounds the main subject in your photo and occupies most of the photo.”

Lots of “Negative Space”

Empty Space on the river

Just and empty space in a tree trunk

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Where Can I Find A Wheelbarrow

For Sunday Photo Fiction – April 23rd 2017 Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.

In The Hardware Store

“Yes sir, What can I help you find today?”

The customer answered, “I’m looking for a good wheelbarrow.” as he sized up the youngster trying to help. His thoughts ran like, ‘I don’t even think he looks old enough to shave.’

“Sure enough, Here’s a beauty.” The salesman replied, sounding more like a used car salesman. “First, you have your choice of 32 colors, made of lightweight, but extra strong space-age plastic. It’s even got hydraulic hand brakes and a safety feature so it won’t get away from you going downhill. What’s you think, what color do you want?”

“Well, sonny,” the customer replied, “What I’m looking for is what my dad, and grand-dad had before that, one made of wood. They had good features, like removable sides so I could carry long tree limbs if needed, or use as a sort-of workbench out in the field. I don’t need or want a wash-tub on wheels. Now let’s go look at them.”

“I don’t think anyone make them anymore, probably you’ll have to build your own, we do have wheels and handles.”

“Good, where are they. Building one will be lots more satisfying.” replied the customer with a smile.

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It’s Not Thomas The Train

This week BLACK & WHITE SUNDAY‘s challenge is AFTER AND BEFORE Y1-04
On Sundays I normally publish a photo challenge in black and white that I call Black & White Sunday. I usually come up with a fresh theme for it, but once a month I publish a recurrent (monthly) theme: after and before where you are supposed to show the same photo, regardless of the subject, in both monochrome and colour.

This is a way of encouraging you not only to set your camera to black and white setting, but to shoot in colour and to convert it into black and white in post processing. Hopefully you will enjoy this exercise in seeing and editing. After all it is all about fun. Have a beautiful day!

It’s The Thomas Viaduct

So again I headed back through some of my older photos, to an even older subject, The Thomas Viaduct It was commissioned by the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad (B&O); built between July 4, 1833, and July 4, 1835; and named for Philip E. Thomas, the company’s first president. For more information on the bridge read this. It still stands today and carries one of the main lines of the CSX between Baltimore, Md. and Washington, D.C. It is in a small community of Relay, Md. a community that gets its name from its location as the site where relays of horses were changed on route to Ellicott City, Md. The first terminus of the B&O. In all the bridge has 8 Arches and spans more than 500 feet across the Potapsco River valley.

As the camera first saw it

And in Monochrome

It was a sunny but cold day in march a few years ago, with a little snow left on the ground.

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Up and Down

This week’s challenge from Paula at BLACK & WHITE SUNDAY is STEPS AND STAIRS This is a week of easy, straightforward challenges; at least I like to think that they are. You are supposed to post a photo (or more) of steps/stairs before next Sunday. Wishing you all a great week ahead!

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Grandfather Dropped In

For months the woodworker spent most of the time in his workshop building a Grandfather clock. He made the case from the rarest hardwoods he could find. Everyday woods like Mahogany or Cherry just wouldn’t do, he found rarer species like Bubinga, Ebony, and Rosewood.

He wanted to keep the clock movements clean, so he only ordered it when he started to put the final coats of varnish on the woodwork. And so the magic day came when the actual clock would be delivered. His anticipation level was at a high, while he polished the last coat of finish. Lunch was really not on his mind, but his wife made him take a few minutes to eat, “It’ll be here soon, so just relax and wait.”

He’d looked out the front door every time he heard a truck within a block of the house, but still nothing for him. It was mid-afternoon when a strange sound was getting louder and louder, definitely not a truck, more like a small motorcycle.

Then it appeared, a large quad-copter, a drone with a box slung under the body. It hovered a couple hunderd feet over his front yard, then the thing let the box just drop to the ground. It bounded a few times before coming to rest, the box was in shambles.

As the woodworker opened the box he let out a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush. The clock that should have fit into his masterpiece was nothing but a pile of gears, most of them bent beyond repair. And the delivery drone was beating a hasty retreat.

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.

This week’s photo is Photo © Jade M Wong Thanks Jade.

Yes it’s a bit longer but I was just too verbose and had a hard time keeping it as short as I did. Sorry.

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News In The Morning Paper


In a suprising vote of 87-3 last night  town council supported a movement to erect a fence around the viking ship on display in Leif Erikson Park.

It may be remembered that for as back as some old-timers of the community can remember, local high school students would regularly carry the ship from it’s perch in the park and leave it near the beach. On two such occasions, readers of this newspaper might recall, they left it floating in the pond.

One might remember last year’s incident when Officer Jones was ambushed in his patrol car. Lookouts for the pranksters duck-taped the doors of his cruiser closed while also soaping his windows. Unable to give chase Jones called dispatch but by the time another officer arrived on the scene, the ship had been carried halfway to the beach and all the villans fled the scene.

The town council hopes that the new fence will be erected before the ship ‘floats’ off again. Bids well be accepted for the fence starting next week, and a contract signed soon. As of this writing there has been no talk of the expected cost of the job.

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.

This week’s photo is from © A Mixed Bag

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On A Cold December Morning

Tuesday Photo Challenge – Morning

Welcome the morning!
Welcome to Week 51 of the Tuesday Photo Challenge. … There is never a shortage of creativity or directions, into which you take these challenges. A lot of fun!

So I am sitting here in the cafeteria on the 9th floor of the Red Hat tower in Raleigh, North Carolina, thinking what might be a good follow up to the past couple of weeks, while also thinking ahead toward today’s work. I was a little stymied for ideas, when Nature helped out… The sun came out from behind the clouds and stared me right in the face with this week’s theme: Morning!

Very much looking forward to all of your great images! Should be a fun week!

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What Does The ” ‘ ” Replace ?

A new Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie challenge has come on the scene:

“I, Dylan, will happily be taking on every other Friday’s prompt within Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. This prompt will alternate with another on Fridays. I would like to continue the first line tradition of Lorraine’s Finish Off Fridays, so with little ado…

I’ll provide the first line, you get to write whatever comes afterward. Length, genre, and structure is completely up to you. You have a week to write it, enjoy!”

So here goes. with Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday

The music box sat on the shelf for years until he walked in.” The phrase stuck in my mind, I had to remember it so I repeated it often, “The music box sat on the shelf for years until he walked in.” until I knew it by heart. I’d been on one of my sort-of regular hikes and could hardly wait to get home and tell Jean, she was the literary half of the family. I was just a math teacher at the same highschool. She led the drama department, and the facilitator of the drama club.

As I came in from the garage Jean rushed up, “How was your hike?” and threw her arms around me.

What a greeting, so I reciprocated and just blurted out “The music box sat on the shelf for years until he walked in.”

With that opening she looked quizzically at me, but in the all the years she’d know me it was about what she expected. “Tell me more, but first I have a question for you. How would you feel about being married to a grandmother?”

“What kind of question is that? Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

With a big smile she said “Yes, I heard from Brian, Suzzy is expecting! We’re future grandparents. Now tell me about your hike and the music box, I guess they are related.”

I started the story, “It was getting on to mid day, and I was getting hungry and needed a pit-stop. I came across a trail I hadn’t seen before, other years I’ve made this hike it’s been late summer, when all the leaves are out, but since it’s only late March now I had a whole new vista. Anyway, I’d walked a few hundred yards off the main trail when I came to a clearing wuth an old stone chimney and some stone steps. After I finished the pit-stop I went back to the steps and had lunch. That was the best sandwich I’ve ever had. What was in it?”

Jean grinned and said, “I’m not telling, it’s my secret.”

“So I have to keep you around, I’m not going to trade you for anyone else even if you’re a grandma. Your lunches beat anything. Well, back to the chimney. As I sat there eating I noticed some leaves bunched up on a ledge over the fireplace. Curiosity got the best of me, so I climbed up for a look. Under the leaves, and some old nest was this box. At first I thought it might be a music box or maybe a treasure-chest. But no, just a rough box.”

“Show me!” Jean was excited.

“It’s in the bottom of my pack. Let me finish the story first. It was a rough box, I could build better in my shop with power tools, but it looked old. Inside I found two things scratched” I said.

I love you Gran” and “B ’37

“That’s all?” Jean asked?

“Yup, that’s it. I’m wondering what the ” ‘ ” is replacing, 17, 18, or 19″ It could be very old, the outside of the box is in pretty bad shape, rot and mold. It could be made of Osage Orange or Locust – those woods last almost forever.” I replied.

“And that made you think of that line?” she asked.

Nodding in the affirmative, “Well I first thought of it as a Music box, I may not have been first it’s been there for years, and I was hardly coming ‘in’ but I thought you might be able to have your students use it in one of their writing assignments.”

“Hmmm ‘The music box sat on the shelf for years until he walked in.’” Jean repeated, “It has some possibilities. I like it. I have some steaks and wine ready. Now you get cleaned up. Then let’s have dinner.”


To see what others have written look here

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A Couple Steps Back In Time

Photo by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode

I turned off the interstate and time seemed to go backward. Finding my way down the old lane I passed the old blacksmith’s shop, then to my destination, the Cooper’s house, an old mansion from the late 1800s. It was a dark walk from the only place to park to the old stone building.

Inside I found a space had been set aside for wine bottles in the old kitchen, and a table in the living room slowly filling with food as the audience chatted. It wasn’t long before I recognized Kippen Martin and Allison Shapira, tonight’s performers milling among the audience.

I found my way into the music room to claim a seat for the evening’s tribute to Joan Baez and Joni Mitchell. Tonight’s House Concert featured, Allison and Kippyn, both classically trained have turned to folk music. I’ve heard them before so I know what treat is coming.

Words = 151

One more for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
“Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words).”

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here

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In The Rain

© Jules Paige
When Captain Josh got the call, “The Game’s been canceled.” he wasn’t surprised. The rain had been falling for three days. It just meant that on this afternoon’s run to the mainland his boat, The Spray, would be close to empty. The island’s ball team would not be playing, and the town’s fans would be staying home.

He had commitments, pick up the mail and meet the UPS truck, as will as delivering today’s catch of fish and crabs. He made this run a couple times a day, only 8 miles of open water across the sound. Even though
it was a steady job, he really enjoyed it, plenty of fresh air and lots of time to study the waterfowl, especially as he navigated the channel out of the island town. The only times he didn’t enjoy the trip was in the dead of winter when the temperatures were below freezing and the snow was blowing.

With an empty boat today’s run would be fast, but a boat also wasn’t as stable as when it was fully loaded. There were times he’d be carrying as many as 20 on board, as well as a few kayaks and bicycles, all tourists.



Sunday Photo Fiction Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words. The photo doesn’t have to be centre stage, there have been times when I have had to read the story a few times to spot where the prompt is hidden.

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