This week’s photo challenge from the Daily Post is On the Way. I always find that the most special moments in my travels are usually captured on the road, and this week’s challenge was a chance to revisit some of my favourites from Peru.
Almost the end of the journey, along the Inca Trail.
Some of the amazing scenery captured along the Inca Trail.
For this week’s post, I’m sharing some special examples of Something Broken which I have come across in my travels..
A well known broken nose.
The headless Venus at the Louvre.
A broken person being held up high.
The remnants of an ancient culture in Rome.
This is my story for this week’s prompt for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, brought to us by Priceless Joy. Thanks once again Joy 🙂
“Is this it?” Sam stared at the grotty looking gazebo which stood in the middle of an overgrown suburban park. Layers of graffiti and pigeon shit covered its peeling walls, and its deck was littered with food wrappers, cigarette butts, other unmentionable detritus. “Looks like there’s been a fire”. Josh circled around to kick over a half burnt sign. “Yep. This is it alright”. He walked back over to Sam. “What do you think? Should we give it a try?”
She peered over the rotten steps. “I can’t believe we’ve come all this way for this dump.” She took a few steps forward, wrinkling her nose. “Screw it Josh. There’s no one around to see us making fools of ourselves if it doesn’t work. Lets go.” She took his hand and led him up the steps, as the building started to shake and spin around them. The illusion fell away, and an unseen voice greeted them. “Welcome to the Portal of Infinite Possibilities. Where in the multiverse would you like to go?”
This is my contribution to this week’s Monday’s Finish the Story, brought to us by Barbara Beacham. Thanks once again Barbara 🙂
Finish the story starts with: The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.
She made her way quickly towards the edge of the Great Southern Ocean to retrieve what was left of the space shuttle Explorer, which had broken up on re-entry a few hours ago.
They were expecting the worst, and a hungry media was feeding their every move live into homes and offices around the world.
Captain Shepperd was about to brief the navy divers when he was interrupted by his deputy. “Sir, you need to see this.” His expression pulled the captain away from the waiting men as he thrust a sonar printout into Shepperd’s waiting hand. “What am I looking at here, Rogers?” The Captain’s confused expression matched his own. “The Explorer sir. It’s impossible, but the ship is still intact, underwater. And it’s coming right at us.”
This week’s Daily Post Photography challenge is Enveloped, which evokes the imagery of being wrapped up by wings, or by a pair of arms. It also makes me think of being enveloped inside a big circular building like the Colosseum in Rome.
Enveloped by white..
This giant glass bottle, complete with ship inside was set up in Trafalgar Square, London a few years ago.
This is my contribution to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt, provided by Priceless Joy.
John tried to convince his audience. “There. He stretched his arm out towards a dark patch of water. I was in the raft and she appeared right there.”
Miranda crossed her arms with a loud huff and glared at her father. “Dad, I can’t believe that you still drag us out here every year for this stupid story. You imagined the whole thing, get over it.”
“She saved my life, Miranda. I think I’d know if I imagined it.”
“Yeah well we’re not 3 years old anymore. I find it hard to believe that a mermaid saved your life.”
“Uh dad.. behind you.” Toby was staring at something behind his father.
A naked woman hung above their boat like Botticelli’s Venus. Her golden tail glinting in the sunlight. She leant towards the paralyzed occupants of the boat and slapped John across his face.
“You bastard. 16 years I’ve waited for my reward. Where is it?”
John pushed Miranda towards her. “Here you are. One firstborn, as promised. Enjoy.”
Here are some forces of nature which I have captured over my travels..
Other than its amazing scenery, what made Patagonia even more special were its rainbows – they were everywhere!
The Perito Moreno Glacier in Argentina was certainly a site to behold.
These bicycles in Amsterdam were definitely afflicted by a force of nature..
Its only when you get up close that its possible to see the blue heart of a glacier. Unfortunately the colour is a result of the melting process.
This is my contribution to this week’s Monday’s Finish the Story, posted by Barbara Beecham.
Finish the story starts with: “After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart.”
She lifted her hands to her face and watched as they melted away like pieces of gooey cheese. My camembert hands, she whispered, giggling as she stuck her tongue out to lick them. Then it was the arms, pulling away slowly out from the shoulder sockets. On the screen above flickered an image of an old decapitated doll in a pink dress. Its amazing what our subconscious dredges up, she thought, watching her detached feet float away like big bubbles.
An alarm grated at the edge of her consciousness. She was at the best part now as her spine started to stretch, building up to the grand finale. Silently begging for one more minute, she started to lift up out of her body.
The little doll disappeared as the holopod slid open and face peered down at her. “Time’s up, lady.”
For this week’s photography challenge – I’m sharing some examples of the small, intricate details which I’ve captured over my travels. These examples are mainly of buildings visited within the Rajasthan region of India, and a couple from Europe.
Jain Temple, Rajasthan
These intricate screens were used in Moghul palaces to allow the women of the court to observe the world outside whilst being shielded from sight themselves. Similar features were also used in Moorish architecture.
A tiny corner of the ceiling within the tomb complex of the Moghul Emperor, Akbar.
One of the many beautiful examples of the stained glass windows within the Cathedrale Notre Dame, Paris.
A small detail of St Mark’s Basilica, Venice.
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