It was hot. We were hot and sticky so a trip to the beach was suggested and agreed upon.
Unfortunately, we were not alone. There was standing room only at the nearest beach to us and half of the county. However, we did get to see some amazing Sand sculptures. Let’s hear what you think of these,
With little time for writing these days, I have been editing or working with editors (to be more truthful). Love Struck, is a contemporary romance story. While the book is being edited and structurally worked on, my friend Constantinos Karentzos has been busy.
This is what we have finally decided on.
Please let me know what you think.
Romance
I started cleaning a press and discovered a box of sketches I had put away. I have always wanted to paint and some day I will but for now it is only odd bits I sketch and pretend to be an artist. I keep saying when I grow up (?) I will paint and draw.
Bob on a skateboard !
A box full of paper made me want to draw and doodle again. Have you ever had a nostalgic moment like this?
I have been having fun at a photography class. Basically learning how to make better use of my camera.
But in the process I discovered some old photos’ and have started to play around with them. This one reminded me of how much fun, kids get out of the simple things in life,
in this case it was: Boxes.
What do you think?
Hi,
He wasn’t happy that I took a few days away with Sara. We visited London and had a great time, plenty of walking, got to check out the Tate, Victoria & Albert and the National Portrait Museum. We had two fun-filled packed days and our evenings weren’t wasted either as we did the Jack the Ripper walking tour (highly recommended) and saw Wicked.
The only downside was being stuck in a traffic jam at 11.30 at night but it was a first!
Hisilicon K3
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Bob has been in the wars with a sore paw so he has been sitting around a little.
This is what we have been watching.
Bob would prefer if they were served with orange sauce but this one had him puzzled.
We named him Boots….
Hi,
I was having a snooze when I began to feel really warm.
Then I woke to find I had been sabotaged. Though the promise of some biscuits did keep me happy for a while.
See what you think, and please let me know if I am an idiot.
I made my escape
and was rewarded when I spotted these two flying high towards mudpile wood.
I wonder if I could get into Mr. Breeze’s party?
I don’t understand why people are so taken with cats.
They don’t chase balls or fetch stuff. They just lie around and moan a lot. I’ve tried explaining we don’t need them as I catch the mice in this house, two so far this month and winter is not even here yet.
Maybe someone can explain the fascination to me but here is a sketch Maria did a while back of one breaking his way into the house.
Tired after a late night / early morning I resorted to cleaning out a file and found this, a sketch of my husband and daughter. They were always close from the get go. If he was fixing a car or truck she was by his side handing over the necessary spanner, parts etc.
And some twenty years later though it has changed a little, as life dictates, they are still great buddies.
Aya clung to the rock. Her thoughts were bleak. Is this it? The end? She was tired of running.
Her vision was spectacular. A trait she cursed now as she watched the red spectre creeping relentlessly towards her. It was hungry devouring everything in its path.
Worse she could smell the acrid smell of death. So strong it hit the back of her throat making her gag.
Aya supposed this must be how her victims had felt before she ended their lives. But, she argued, my act had been one of self-defense not one born of hunger and greed.
Her eyelids fluttered, she wobbled a little as she clung to the rock. I mustn’t sleep yet, she whispered though there was no one to hear. Aya was thirsty, hungry and exhausted.
She looked to the sky. The dark clouds mirrored the color of the charred earth but no rain had fallen.
She offered a prayer to the Gods for a quick end.
A tear escaped.
Then she heard it. A flutter. Ears straining she wondered if she was imagining it. A wishful thought converting a whispering wind to an animal’s movements.
Shoulders slumped as she decided to stay and prepare for death.
Aya flinched when she felt the slightest tingling touch along her back. Turning she saw a bright blue and green flicker darting along her back. The kingfisher moved like a flash of lightning as it danced in the air above her.
She opened her mind and heart to it demanding, “What do you want of me? Death?”
“No. Life. Follow me you are close to a spring which leads to a river many miles from here. ” The kingfisher darted away.
Aya watched him leave. Tiredness dictated she check this out before she moved. Swiveling about she took a deep breath. Her lips quivered as a tentative smile formed. She decided green river reeds never smelt this good.
Summoning the last of her energy, Aya loosened her grip on the rock. Then spreading her wings, the last dragon took flight into the dark sky with a heart burdened with hope.
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