Thursday photo #prompt – Woodland #writephoto
To walk in woodland, feeling sunlight fluttering a sprinkle of leaves.
To walk in woodland, feeling sunlight fluttering a sprinkle of leaves.
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://scvincent.com/2018/01/18/thursday-photo-prompt-distant-writephoto/ A crevice between space and time… an image forms within my mind of light and dark I paint a shape a dragon trying to escape,… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://scvincent.com/2017/09/28/thursday-photo-prompt-signs-writephoto/ Anywhere but here, I know not where I travel, avoidance my path. Bones speak to my fears displayed on a wall where all… Continue reading
Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt can be found at: https://scvincent.com/2017/09/21/thursday-photo-prompt-flow-writephoto/ Life trickles away. Time erodes our memories, reshaping our lives. My loveliness was a shell. Now, beauty flows from inside. © Joelle LeGendre
If you’d like to participate, please click on this link: https://scvincent.com/2017/07/27/thursday-photo-prompt-sails-writephoto/ <_><_><_><_><_> Summer sun sets sail, flying her colors upon a stutter of clouds. ©Joelle LeGendre
To particpate, visit Sue Vincent’s blog: Thursday photo prompt – Twilight – #writephoto <_><_><_> For most people, twilight is a frightening time. For me, the picture above is peaceful and soothing. Until my eye… Continue reading
Standing at the railing, waiting for the boat to depart, I felt a weight of responsibility on my shoulders that no child should bear. My brothers were in apprenticeship with my father, but… Continue reading
Writephoto prompt Obelisk; 4 sides, narrowing upward, ending in a point. A singular structure baking in the sun. And for what purpose? I can’t eat it, drink it or live in it. Certainly,… Continue reading
“Avebury,” Guinevere sighed, pushing her tinted wire rim spectacles closer to her eyes. “Why would anyone want to come to this dreadful place?” She examined the Neolithic stone towering above her, thinking about… Continue reading
click to see the writephoto prompt website He sat, back straight at the table, pulling his heavy oak chair closer to it. White hair parted from the left, framing a formidable face etched… Continue reading