Day 11 of photography101… “Pop of Colour”
Amber.
Golden fields rolled across the valleys, spitting up amber dust into the air whenever the wind blowed.
Tag: summer
Day 106.
Bank holiday Monday. The time for plump raindrops, feather filled duvets and ridiculous trousers.
Flash Fiction Friday. In Deep.
His head bobbed… and vanished, rippling.
Monday Muse. I Seem to Have Misplaced My Clothes.
To the left of me a man peeled the last of his clothing from his tough tanned skin and stretched as though he’d been hankering for this freedom his entire life. To my right sat a group of women in their 60’s, ordering drinks and leaning over tables of tapas, skimming the food with unclad body parts that gravity had got the better of.
Gill told us the nudist beach existed just past the painted cliff face. The one that was brandished with a no swimwear sign. The one that we weren’t planning on passing. Apparently the nudists had spread their wings and decided their sandy quarters needed to stretch further afield.
Whilst sipping on my tinto de verano I noticed I wasn’t the only one in need of some refreshment, and that’s when I first noticed a perplexing point about nudists…
Being perhaps an ignoramus in thought, I had assumed that with the removal of one’s clothes in public came a certain adaptation in relation to one’s bodily movements. I was proved wrong when I noticed a beachgoer rummaging through his cooler box for quite some time, facing away from where I sat, bent from the waist up…
Nudism, you have not won me over.
Day 103.
No matter what my vocation in life, I will never be one to champion the mornings of Mondays… But I won’t whinge when the week is launched from a hammock, amidst some sunshine rays and views across the Sierra Nevada. #100happydays #day103
Day 102.
One of my favourite rituals when it comes to holiday packing… selecting the literary fodder I am going to guzzle whilst I’m drinking up the sunshine. #100happydays #day102
Day 94.
A sunny Sunday of penguins, Cotswolds countryside, rum&raisin, dead fish and birds both winged and womanly. The cherry on my weekend cake came disguised as a duo of mischievous parrots that are forever trapped in a toxic world of green gloop beneath a drinking cup, all courtesy of my little cherub playmate for the day. I will grant them a good abode. #100happydays #day94
Day 82.
The summer may have gone back to its regular home, but I can enjoy some interior sunshine in garish green courtesy of this bedside garden. #100happydays #day82
Day 80.
We went down to the woods today, lost our disguise, got attacked by a mob of bears, but were fortunate enough to meet this kind souled cream furred fellow. We sunbathed together and he fed me burgers and hot dogs. #100happydays #day80
Day 79.
We are crown clad when it comes to shape making on the badminton court. We’re not so regal when the racket strings capture the shuttlecock and we look like a dog who has lost his ball. #100happydays #day79
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