Run.

Not quite The Hemingway Day today, simply because I have too many words and not enough brain power left to edit them. I think I’ll go and plug myself into the mains and get a recharge. If only.

Run.

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Her footsteps blended into the pounding of each rain drop. As each one plummeted down his cheeks, she managed to get further away.

This post was inspired by the weekly photo challenge, and the photo is a still from a short film I made whilst at university, which all seems like a very long time ago now (because I am almost thirty, and very very tired.)

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Day 14 of photography101… “Swarm”.

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The asphalt rolled under every stride, a convey belt of monotony if it wasn’t for the reason he took each footstep.

Echo.

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Today’s Photography101 task… to capture ‘Bliss’.

Echo.

The silent canyon captured every grinding footstep and threw them back with avidity.

Day 60.

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I was hypothetically whip wielding this morning taking the boy out for a riverside run. Three miles down the water and this provided a pretty picture to compliment his collapsing lungs and my heavy breathing. Oh look there’s my gardener. #100happydays #day60