Photography

Wordless Wednesday – December 6th 2017

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Writing

Sun

The Summer was hot and dry.

The sun was implacable.

Not a little distraction would be gone without being noticed by it and light up into a fire.

The mountain tops were ablaze. Sometimes closing in to residential areas, forcing people to evacuate from their own houses.

As the flames leapt skyward, the quality of the air became very poor. Smog was everywhere. It was hard to breath. Cough and teary eyes became a very common thing.

But the sun would still not give us a break.

Everyday. Almost day and night (can 4 am to 10 pm be considered day and night?).

In all its magnificence!

sun


This post was written in response to the Literary Lion: Sun writing challenge, from about a month ago, but for some reason I never published it.

Then, seeing it today I decided to modify it a little bit as to make it also fit for this week’s 100WCGU., in regards to length and also to incorporate the phrase “as the flames leapt skyward”. 

The picture was taken during a road trip through Eastern Washington, Idaho and Montana, in Summer, where and when wild fires were burning the mountains and generating a lot of smoke. This one was taken in Missoula, Montana, close to our campground.

 

 

 

Moments, Writing

Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts – Friday

Internet and network are down at the building.
Email still works, but with no network, there’s not much to do.

On the way to cafeteria everyone seems happy and relaxed.
We get several hi’s accompanied by big smiles.
We sit down by the window, catching the sun that’s again shining bright outside, and we eat and we talk with no hurry.

Unconnected Friday!

Written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts

Moments, Writing

Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts – Monday

Got late to work.
Won’t be able to leave late.
Rush to lunch, ask to go so can eat at the desk.
While waiting, notice the sun shining bright outside after so many cloudy days.
Take the to go box, sit on a table by the window, facing the sun, pull up sleeves to soak up more rays, and eat happily with closed eyes.

Written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts

Writing

Weekly Writing Challenge: Snapshots of Gold and Silver

Straight lines. A few horizontal, most vertical. Some cutting the landscape diagonally, but always up, reaching for the sky.

They are brown or grey. Occasionally disrupted by a fighting leave, trying to hold tight in spite of the wind. But today there is no wind.

And the sky today is blue. If you look really, really far into the horizon, you can see some clouds, but otherwise, just plain blue sky.

So the sun is up. Not too high, not too warm, at this time of the year and at this latitude. Still warming, though. And when it’s up there, trying to warm us up no matter what, we all go out and try to soak most of it.

That’s when the brown and gray lines become Gold and Silver threads. Tree branches becoming precious with the happiness of soaking the warming rays of the Sun.

This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Snapshots