It’s either way too early in the day, or the night wasn’t any near long enough. Three of us from the New York office had flown into London last night and expected to meet with our best customers in London early. Jet-lag had my body feeling like I had 5 more hours to sleep.
Where is our rental car, or should I say hire car, we were looking all over the parking lot – whoops, the car park. “Darn this new language!” ran through my mind. We’d left the car’s leasing papers in it, so we didn’t have a copy of the license-number – whoops, Number Plate.
We intended to stay together, but one of our party wandered off, but we kept looking, more like guessing and trying our keys in cars at random, those that looked a likely. Then we heard John calling from near the hotel, “I think I found it! In the lot on the other side of the building.”
Sure enough, our keys worked, and the sales literature we left in it the night before were there. It was our car, we’d make it to our appointment on time, If I remember to drive on the left side and not have an accident.
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One more entry for Sunday Photo Fiction writing challenge for January 22, 2017
Paula of Lost in Translation offers some interesting Photo challenges
Every Sunday I 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 this time I want to introduce a recurrent (monthly) theme: after and before where you would 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. I find it useful to look at the same photo in both renditions. By doing this I become more ever of the details, shapes and composition and it eventually helps me improve my photography skills. Maybe you will find this exercise useful too ……
For this week’s challenge I chose a photo I took many years ago, one that has been painted a few times in Water-Color by an artist friend of mine.
This week’s challenge BLACK & WHITE SUNDAY: AFTER AND BEFORE Y1-01
Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog. I recognized them, comforting in a way. Morning and night they were there, sometimes before me. In the evenings they might be following me, but at other times they were coming from in front.
Tonight it was a pair of footsteps in the fog, along with a hushed conversation. It wasn’t a steady walk, starting and stopping. It was the couple from two doors away walking their two dogs, a Bichon Frise and a Shih Tzu, Olive and Exodus by name.
We’ve known each other for years, not by name but by their dog’s name. It’s that way when you’re in a community with pets.
It’s Finish off Friday (FoF) time again. “The challenge is to you write an additional 100 to 150 words to complete the story. using picture provided and the opening sentence,”
Today’s photo is by phylor aka Lorraine
Paula of Lost On Translation issues photo challenges weekly as “An attempt to convey meanings through words, images and sounds”. This week’s challenge is “Traces of the past.”
One photo I dug out of my archive was taken while I was hiking along the Potapsco River near Daniels Md in November of 2012. The recent history goes back a few years, to June 22nd of 1972 when Hurricane Agnes ravaged the Mid-Atlantic, especially central Maryland. The Potapsco River rose about 20′ out of it’s banks in Ellicott City about 5 miles downstream from Daniels. Before the flood Daniels was a mill town, after the flood it was gone! Only one building in the residential part of the town still stands, well sort of. The Pentecostal Holiness Church. The Saint Stanislaus Kostka Catholic Church survived the flood, but was abandoned and over time has decayed or been vandalised. There is no way to get there except to hike, Amberton Road the only road into Daniels is now only a hiking trail.
The Pentecostal Holiness Church as it was in 2012, It is still standing in 2017, but in a bit worse shape.
It was Johnathan’s first morning in the monastery, not even a novitiate, yet he was beginning to feel he’d found his vocation. Once he donned the robe and sandels of a Franciscan Brother all the Friars called him Brother Johnathan, and he felt at home.
This morning he set his alarm extra early, wanting to get to the chapel early to say a few private prayers before the others got there for Morning Prayers. He did feel a bit uneasy when he encountered modern hallways, always thinking that a Monastery should be made of cold stone, not modern and carpeted.
A little one for today’s Friday Fictioneers – January 20, 2017.
This week’s photo prompt was provided by © Dale Rogerson. Thanks Dale.
I’d was about to pour my second cup of coffee when the racket outside drew my attention. At first I thought it was a small circus but watching for a while the rambunctious group slowly became organized.
Ropes and a couple chain-saws were removed from the Bob-Cat. Then as one of the crew heaved a Monkeys-Fist into the dead White-Oak tree next door the first rope pulled over a limb high in the tree. One arborist tied into the rope and ascended. It wasn’t long before the smaller dead branches started dropping to the ground, the larger branches came down on a Zip-Line, attached to the Bob-Cat.
After lunch work began on the trunk, pieces also came down on the zip-line and carried off by the Bob-Cat, while the scraps were fed to the chipper.
By day’s end the ground was clear, even twigs and sawdust cleaned up and no more threat of a falling tree. Now the squirrels needed to find new homes.
For the 98th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers or the Week of 01-17 through 01-23-2017.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Shivangi Singh. Thank you Shivangi for our photo prompt!
Staying on top of the water
Paddling on the Chesapeake Bay with the Chesapeake Bay Bridges in the background. Staying on top takes skill I don’t have.
For Paula’s Black & White Sunday, On Top
When Tim, my grandson, asked for a shovel and my metal detector. “We’re gonna find some buried treasure! Probably from Black Beard the Pirate. Gold at least!”. That’s when I recalled when I was about his age there was a rumor of a treasure in the woods behind my home. Seems this legend goes around every couple generations, don’t ask me how it gets passed down.
A couple hours later I went out to see what they were all up to. It looked like an honest to goodness “archeological dig”, small hand trowels, and brushes. The neighborhood dogs were sniffing, and pawing the ground. Two of the boys even had donned white lap coats, now covered with dirt.
I was turning back to the house when the cry “Found something!” went up. Could it be that there was real treasure? As they unearthed a mysterious object wrapped in oil-cloth a hush went over the gathering. The metal detector went silent, and the dogs even stopped sniffing.
The package was opened to reveal, not the Gold or Pewter goblet spoken of the legend, but an old jar filled with nuts and bolts. True Treasure.
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The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.
A large Turip Poplar tree once stood not far from home. But, alas all things, good and bad, must come to an end. “Carvin’n Clem” as he likes to be known set to work carving the stump. Being in Maryland and a fan of the University of Maryland he of course carved a Terrapin. The owner of the property decorates it for special occasions.
Selected for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Sculptures, Statues, Carvings for January 13, 2017.
Morning and the classification yard was waiting. It wasn’t the largest yard, but it was big enough to serve the surrounding towns. In the distance the air-horns of the first engine to fetch a train could be heard.
Presently the first engine appeared, a GP-9 switcher painted in the livery of Rhode Island Western Railway. It backed into the yard, switching back an forth to pick up three strings of cars, then headed out with it’s air-horns making an ear-splitting signal each time it came to a grade-crossing.
Gone are the days of the melodic Steam-whistle.
Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields challenges writers, or wannabe writers to create a 100 word story based on a photo prompt each week. Here’s one for January 13, 2017
Thanks C. E. Ayr for the photo.