From the Weekly Prompts Photo Challenge: Supernatural
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Steps
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Steps Indoors or Outdoors
Steps in Grafton going up each way
Steps in Bologna a long way up
A carousel in Marseillaise
Steps going up a sculpture from Sculptures by the Sea, Sydney
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Through Glass
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Serendipity
The Ragtag Tuesday prompt: Serendipity
I have been in the right place at the right time with my camera a couple of times.
This instance, it was late afternoon and I was looking for a good place to watch the sunset at my besties old place. I looked up and there was a Regent Bowerbird unmistakable with its vivid colours. A managed a couple of quick photos before it flew off back into the rainforest. Disappointed with the quality of the photo but elated never-the-less.
This bit of serendipity was one of extreme joy. The right place and right time was sitting on my verandah having a cup of coffee. There in the Tea Tree sat a bird that is Critically Endangered, a Regent Honeyeater. The estimated know population is between 800 and 2000 birds. I was so happy to see this young male at my place for a few minutes
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The Cicada
The word prompt for the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #15: Changing and/or Changeable
From a hard shell, a Cicada changing into the sounds of Summer in the Australian bush
A Cicada pull and twists
To start a new life above ground
Now a winged wonder
Leaving behind an empty shell
A bit of Aussie music from the 80’s
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The Cat on the Window Sill
Things in a Row
The word prompt from Traveling At Wits End: Things in a Row
I decided to go black and white for this photo challenge and make the subject the Cathedral Church of Christ the King in Grafton for Things in a Row
The outside with lost of things in a row
The inside – how many things in a row can you find? I have eight things in a row.
The seats in a row.
Look up at the ceiling for things in a row.
The Prayer and Psalm books ready for the faithful.
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The Witch
The Manic Monday’s 3 Wway Prompt from Laura: Witch – Witchy – Bewitched
One afternoon, I was driving along and on the side of the road was a woman hitchhiking. As I couldn’t let a woman be left standing on the side of the road, I pulled over to the side of the road. She walked towards my car, her hips swaying hypnotising. She leant forward through the open window her dark hair falling through the open window, almost hiding her beautiful face. I asked “Where are you going.” She replied “I am just travelling and would appreciate a lift as far as you are going.”
With that, I said OK and she opened the door and slid into the car, her skirt riding up a bit showing her lovely tanned legs. She turned to me, offering an outstretched hand saying “Thank you, my name is Wendy.” As I took her hand, I couldn’t help but notice the top buttons of her blouse were open revealing a delicious glimpse of her breasts. “My name is Brian,” I said.
We drove along as the night started to fall, we talked about the regular chit chat stuff, the weather, places we had travelled to, family, foods we liked and what we did. I told her of my farm, the animals and the wonderful native bush and Australian animals and birds that surrounded my pace.
I asked Wendy “What do you do?”
She replied “I am a Witch,”
“A Witch!” I said incredulously, looking this quite stunning woman up and down.
“Yes,” Wendy said “I am a Witch”
“You don’t look like a Witch” “I imagine that Witches look a lot like the ones in my story books as a child, you know pointy hats, long pointy noses, warts and a voice that cackles.”
I asked “Do you cast spells and that sort of stuff?”
Wendy replied “Yes I do spells and incantations. Make magic potions to help people with love and cope with their lives.”
I asked “Do you do magic spells like in the folk tales. Like turn people into animals, frogs and that sort of thing?”
She replied “Yes, of course” “That is one of the fun things to do as a Witch.”
I said “That can’t be possible. How can that happen?”
Wendy the looked at me and asked if I wanted a demonstration. I gulped with apprehension.
She then put her hand with long red painted fingernails on my thigh and I turned into a Motel.
