Ragtag Daily Prompt: Perpetuity

Kneeling before his Queen, GarGar bowed his head. Clasping his hands to his chest, he waited for the blow that he knew must come. Even so, when she struck him on the cheek with the backside of her hand, GarGar gasped. The pain travelled from his face to his spine and then down to his feet. “Wow!” He thought. “She’s strong!”

“Monsieur, le comte,” Queen Pirouette intoned, “I grant you the title, Knight of the Golden Circle, to be held in perpetuity by you, and your heirs in perpetuity.” Taking a sword, Pirouette gently tapped each of his shoulders in the time-honored ritual of granting knighthood. “God be with you,” she said.

“And with the Spirit,” answered GarGar.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Doorway of the Past

How long had she been immured in this desolate place? Tata Sous-sus asked herself. With only a single candle to light her cell, she squinted over the letter that the last guard had smuggled to her. It was a tiny piece of paper, perhaps two centimeters squared, and the script was hard to decipher. It read:

My Lady, You are not alone. There are many who understand your plight and who most earnestly pray for you! With reverence, A Friend

Tata Sous-sus crumpled the note in her hands and looked over her shoulder at her “companion,” one of those tiny women who is bursting with energy. Already in the few hours that they’d been together, she’d swept the floor, made the bed, and read scripture aloud for Tata’s edification. She’d mended Tata’s sock that had a hole in the toe. She’d given Tata a nice foot massage. For all that, Tata hated her and feared her. She knew the woman to be a spy. Most importantly, Tata knew that the woman’s heart was eaten away by malice and that under no circumstances could she be trusted.

So when the woman suggested a hand of cards, Tata Sous-sus smiled, clapped her hands and said, “Oh, yes! Let’s!”

As the woman shuffled the deck of cards, Tata began to drift into her own thoughts. The sound of the cards slapping the table only served to give a certain rhythm to Tata’s revelry. Perhaps it was because of her severe fatigue, but Tata found her mind opening a doorway of the past. She could see her parents, her friends, all sorts of people from her childhood long ago.

Without thinking, she put her hand to her face and felt herself smile against the palm of her hand. So this was bliss. She’d never known it before. Had somebody put something in her drink? She asked herself. From where do these sensations emanate? Tata swooned. She tried to steady herself by grasping the back of her wooden chair, but she only knocked it over to its side. She giggled at the sound of it clattering onto the floor. “Did I do that?” She asked aloud. She staggered over to her bed, the tiny woman running to her side.

“My lady!” She cried, grabbing Tata’s left hand, and wrapping her right arm around Tata’s waist. “Please! Let me help you!” She steered Tata to the edge of her bed, which she sat on and then fell to her side. “You rest now, my lady,” said the woman in hushed tones, stroking Tata’s forehead, pushing away stray strands of hair. “You rest.”

Cee’s FOTD Challenge: November 6, 2021

This path circumnavigates the Navy Stadium here in Annapolis. Taken with my iPhone 11, this photo is completely unedited.
These beauties are the first of what I plan to call, “Side of the Road Flowers.” I found these blossoms on the side of Roscoe Rowe Boulevard.

PPAC #21

This amazing frieze can be found inside the Circuit Courthouse in Annapolis, Maryland. This was erected as a memorial to honor those lawyers who fought and died in the “Great War.” To me, this depiction brings to mind the famous painting by Jacques-Louis David, Oath of the Horatii. A pre-Revolution work of art, the theme is loyalty to the state, without regard to clan or clergy. There is a Latin inscription at the bottom, but it is too faded for me to read. Any thoughts? A translation would be greatly appreciated.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Notebook

It was at the entrance of a long, broad valley that GarGar rose his hand and signaled his men to stop. Snapping his fingers at his aide-de-camp, he shouted, “Charles! Make a note of the time and location!” Charles de la Rivière was brand new to his position, so he wanted to make a good impression on his senior officer. Unfortunately, he dropped his satchel. Scrambling from his horse, he snatched it up and began rifling through its contents. GarGar began to whistle tunelessly which only served to fluster poor, young Charles all the more.

Finally, after several minutes of fruitless searching, he decided to dump the entire contents of the satchel onto the ground. “There it is!” He cried. “My notebook!”

“Now all you need is a pen,” said GarGar sardonically.

Cee’s FOTD Challenge: November 2, 2021

Giant Zucchini!

I came across this amazing specimen quite by accident. I used the makeshift parking lot across the street from my druggist. The lot was nearly full and I had no recourse but to leave my car at the edge of this lot. It was when I got out of my car that I noticed this zucchini plant for the first time. On closer inspection, I realized that it was the largest such plant I’d ever seen in my life! I took three photographs of it with my iPhone 11.

This is my first submission to any of Cee’s Challenges in a few weeks. Circumstances at home have been less than ideal. I am sorry to report that my father-in-law Theodore, known affectionately to us as “TR,” passed away on the 9th of October. It has been very sad here.

This is but one example of the enormous zucchinis that this plant produced. There were no small zukes. As a matter of fact, there is a Chinese restaurant across the alley from this plant. I would be shocked if there hadn’t been harvesting zucchinis from this plant. Of course, when zukes get this size, they are completely inedible.

At this point in the season, there were only two blossoms on the plant. This is one of them. If you look at the first photo, you can see them both from a distance.

Last Photo: October 2021

Here is my contribution to Bushboy’s challenge, Last on the Card, for the month of October. I must confess that I’ve been in a bit of a funk for the last few weeks. On October 9 my beloved father-in-law, TR passed away at the age of ninety-nine years. We were convinced that he would live to be one hundred years old. I was busying myself planning his next birthday. It didn’t dawn on me that I might have to plan his funeral instead.

At any rate, it’s been awhile since I last carted out one of my Canons. I’ve been relying solely on my iPhone to photograph whatever I might consider interesting. This is the last photo that I took with my iPhone 11, unedited.

PPAC# 20

Okay, then. It seems as if I may be getting back on track. Here is my entry for the Photographing Public Art Challenge. For a change, I’m actually posting this in a timely fashion. I’ve been meaning to photograph this mural for quite some time now. It’s not far from my home. On this particular day, the sun wasn’t in the best position, so I told myself that I would go back later that day to do more. Well, as so often happens when one procrastinates, I didn’t get the job done. So this will have to do for now.

From a distance. Even with this panoramic view, the photo does not encompass the entire work.

From the photo on the left, you can see the glare of the sun that I was contending with. As Arnold Schwarzenegger said in the first Terminator movie, “I’ll be back.”