FOWC with Fandango: Adequate

House of Delegates

When Parliament gathered, there was barely enough space for all the sitting members. The King’s representative, the Chancellor sat behind a long wooden table in a large ornate chair. From there, he directed the activities of the members of the House according to the rules of Saint Olaf. Lacking ornamentation, the chamber was adequate for the purposes of parliament; that is, endless debates.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Beacon

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Princess Pirouette the Younger and her older sister Princess Gargella were both in big trouble with their parents. They’d committed the one unforgivable transgression; that is, they had been rude to an underling. Everyday of their lives they’d been instilled by their parents with the supreme importance of being polite at all times.

“No matter the occasion, when you are in public, smile!” Their mother had told them. “Always extend your hand to a courtier that he may kiss it.” “Never complain.” “You must be a beacon of civility.” On and on the strictures were pronounced upon them by their elders.

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Cee’s FOTD Challenge: February 29, 2020

Happy Leap Year Day!

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Please forgive me if my Flower of the Day submissions come across as formulaic: (1) Regular shot; (2) Macro; (3) Black and White. Why is there so much power in the number three? The example abound. Probably the most powerful example would be the Holy Trinity (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.) Another is the adoption of the three movement convention in Classical music that was developed by one of my favorite composers, Antonio Lucio Vivaldi; that is, fast, slow, fast. Can you think of other examples of the power of three?


Which Way Photo Challenge: February 28, 2020

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Signage - NoHere I submit some serious signage for the Which Way Photo Challenge.

GatewayI thought that this wrought iron arch looked groovy in the early morning light. There’s a hint of road in the lower righthand corner. Note the red Mustang that belongs to my beloved Dana. I’m one of the only people allowed to drive the sacred automobile.