Jake says ‘A road is a route, or way on land between two places, which typically has been paved or otherwise improved to allow travel by some conveyance, including a horse, cart, or motor vehicle’. Visit him over at http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/07/28/sunday-post-road/ for this weeks Sunday post, check out his animation and join in with the challenge. Here is my entry, Chinatown in Kuala Lumpur. 
Weekly Photo Challenge: Purple
This weeks photo challenge has purple as its theme. Purple is my favourite colour and i wear it all winter. In spring and summer I enjoy purple flowers and keep trying to take the perfect purple flower photo, maybe one day I’ll get there. Meanwhile here are a few for you, so you recognise them all?If you would like to join in and to see some other entries http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/weekly-photo-challenge-purple/ is the place to visit.
Friday Fictioneers
Madison has posted a challenging photo prompt this week and this is my contribution. If you would like to visit her to read the other entries go to http://madison-woods.com/photo-prompt-for-the-fridayfictioneers-5/
Running Water
‘There you go my dear, now all you have to do is turn on the tap and you can have running water whenever you want.’
‘Turn it on whenever I want? That’s lovely.’
‘Now how do you manage about baths? You’d qualify for a council grant at your age.’
‘Oh I just fill the copper up in July, that’s my birthday I’ll be ninety two you know, and it doesn’t take long to fill my hip bath. Now lad I’m going down the garden to get some water from the well, so I’ll show you out at the same time.’
Wordless Wednesday
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 51
We have one hundred words plus these four the line was drawn … for Julia’s challenge over at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week51/ why not give it a go? The prompt is announced every Monday. Here is my attempt for the week, it seems to have turned into one of those poemy things.
Demarcation
Between those that have
and those that have not
between those that can
and those that cannot
winners and losers
the line was drawn.
Between day and night
earth and sky
desert and ocean
between dark and light
the line was drawn.
Between leisured or laboured
able or challenged
between freedom and imprisonment
the line was drawn.
Between childhood and cronedom
innocence and guilt
lost and found
joy and sorrow
between crowd or solitude
the line was drawn.
Between having a voice
or condemned to silence
between discord and harmony
pleasure and pain
between ignorance and knowledge
the line was drawn.
Sunday Post: Collectables
Jake has created another excellent animation http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2012/07/21/sunday-post-collectibles/ and a challenge to post about collectables so I thought I’d show you Monstees!
and a few close ups . . .
Cute aren’t they? http://www.monstees.co.uk/
Travel Theme: Tradition
Ailsa has chosen tradition as her theme for this weeks challenge. My home town is travel for virtually all of you right? So today has been the perfect summer day and I was sure that Exeter would provide a solution. Sure enough the annual craft fair was taking place on the cathedral green with Exeter Morris Men dancing up a storm. I believe that Morris dancing has spread around the world but for those who don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s a form of folk dance that has been around for centuries. The dancers wear bells on their legs, wave white handkerchiefs and have big sticks. Exeter Morris have several musicians, accordions and drums.
To visit Ailsa and to see lots of other interpretations of the theme, http://wheresmybackpack.com/2012/07/20/travel-theme-tradition/
Friday Fictioneers: Grapevine
I’ve missed Madison’s 100 word Friday photo prompt http://madison-woods.com/2012/07/18/ for a couple of weeks but this time I’ve made it. This maybe a little dark, so I’m sorry, I don’t wish to offend. The photo seems innocent enough, but look closely, see how the tendrils can wrap around and strangle.
Riesling
The vine, its naked now, stripped of its treasures, its small Riesling bullets. The master likes to watch while we crush them in the old way; it’s his tradition to make something special for himself. And as he watches, he finishes last year’s reserve.
It started off well, he was in good humour, but as always, it turned to bad. I thought I would die last night; drown on crushed grapes, I prayed to the Lord to take me. Grapes filled my nose, ears, eyes and mouth, while he filled me.
He doesn’t know where I emptied his night water today.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside
I’ve been waiting for a reason to post to show you the inside of Exeter Guildhall. In May there was an exhibition about the 1942 blitz and I popped in for the first time in thirty years. It is believed to have been built around the late 12th century, with a new front in the 16th and the interior was restored in the 19th century. In my photo you can see the windows reflected in the chandelier and some of the exhibition stands.
There will be hundreds of different interpretations of inside over at the Daily Post.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/weekly-photo-challenge-inside/
A Small Poem
Double Vision
In the graveyard today I had double vision
Double vision of the white marble statue
White marble statue on the nun’s grave
The nun’s grave where the sisters are laid
The sisters are laid God rest their souls
Their souls carried heavenwards by wings of white doves
White doves fly now at approaching black habits
Black habits whipped around legs in the wind
In the wind in the graveyard I had double vision
Of perhaps not quite rested souls
Lucid Gypsy 