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Sunday Selections # 381

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Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.

this week you'll see more of that pink and blue graffiti panel from last week.
I was careful not to get the numberplate on this car
the detail makes the stones look so real
here's a ghostly hammerhead shark
Handsome?
and Handsome's brother?
love these little mushrooms
a closer look at the first one, I like the frog on the leaf
a Bridge to Terabithia?
licorice allsorts grow on trees, did you know that?
another hammerhead shark
this giant clam (trif…

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

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The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Margaret Adamson and friend Sue,  and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. radiator 2. football 3. ballet 4. electricity 5. cooking 6. debonnaire
and/or:
1. Mambo 2. wrinkles 3. transport 4. suffocating 5. beanie 6. Patisserie
Here is my story:
"Barry, turn off that radiator, the electricity bill is going to be huge the way you just keep using appliances without thinking about the cost!"
"But it's freezing! And what about you, with the cooking and the ironing, that's using electricity too. How is it fair you can do those things, but I can't get warm?"
"We need to eat and I need to iron…

Sunday Selections # 380 (I think)

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Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.

this week we're taking a little wander around my city, viewing some pretty clever graffiti art:
I'm not sure this represents anything in particular,
it's on the back wall of the  Mr Sym Choon building,
while these two personalities are on the side facing the alley. Mr Sym Choon is a menswear store with very nice clothing.
this dragon is on a support pillar near a restaurant near the Waymouth Street end of Topham Mall, which runs between Way…

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

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The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Margaret Adamson and friend Sue and can be found here.

This week's words are in actual fact, two photographs, supplied by Margaret's friend Bill, which I have included in my little whimsy:




Bob Seagull: I really hate off-season, the beach is so quiet with no families around.

Nancy Seagull: not a chip to be seen for miles. We're going to have to forage in the waves again.

Bob Seagull: should we wait for the others?

Nancy Seagull: probably, but I'm getting a bit hungry. Where are they all anyway? 


Bob Seagull: They're in that disused Railway Tunnel over by the breakwater. Felicity Tern's eggs are begi…

Sunday selections # 379?

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Welcome back to Sunday Selections

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.

This week we are back in my garden:
my jades are covered in buds,
some of which are about to open. In a short time the bushes will be a mass of starry pink blossoms.
my elephant ears are doing very well, multiplying at a great rate
and look at these aeoniums!
the black ones are doing better now the summer heat has passed, but the roots are shallow and they keep falling over. I should have buried the stems deeper when I planted.
the coprosma doesn't se…

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

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The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Margaret Adamson and friend Sue, and can be found here.

This week's words are in fact not words, but a couple of phrases:

1. off one's rocker 2. hit the sack
here is my story:
Off one’s rocker” was the general consensus as I waxed lyrical about the joys of brush painting and the fabulousness that would ensue. A day and a half later, I had to concede they’d been right. I must have been off my rocker to start this project. I stared at the mess a while longer, then hit the sack and fell asleep instantly, to dream of perfectly finished and polished antique tables and cabinets. After rising the next morning, I sat, ch…