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.

Life in Colour Challenge: Red – August 5, 2021

Any discussion of the color red must begin and end with the red rose!

The Life in Colour Challenge is hosted by Travel Words- a great website. Please do check it out!

Lens-Artists Challenge #156: Black and White

Here are may humble contributions to Lens-Artists Challenge #156: Black and White. Taken as a whole, or each individually, I am trying to say something about the absence of color.

Pull up a Seat Photo Challenge # 15

Left of altar, Saint Margaret’s Episcopal Church, Annapolis, Maryland

Pull up a Seat Photo Challenge brought to us by XingfuMama!

UPDATE: This is my second entry for this week. Oops!

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Glass

Against her better judgement, Princess Pirouette agreed to GarGar’s request that they take an evening stroll on the southern terrace. With Lady Greenmeadow and Abigail Hoffenhoff walking a respectful ten meters behind them, Pirouette felt reasonably safe. She even let GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats take her arm and slip it inside his own. “Please do let me escort you properly,” he said. By the glow of the torchlight, GarGar’s eyes shimmered seductively. Pirouette did her best not to look into his face for more than a second.

When GarGar paused in front of one of the large windows that looked into the grand ballroom, he released a long, heartbreaking sigh. “Look at our reflection in the glass!” He said. “Don’t we make the perfect couple?” This was one of those rare moments when Pirouette was at a loss for words. If she said, “yes,” it would be tantamount to an agreement to marry. If she said, “no,” it would be an immutable rejection, and so she said nothing. She simply sighed.