Any more photographs? Details and some extremely good entries can be found here.
Just to be trendy, and to see how easy/difficult it is; I am including a poll, so you may, if you wish, vote for your favourite.
Judge’s decision, however, is final !
Contrasts:
textures, subject matter, shadows, colours, make of it what you will!
Anything suitable from your archive would be acceptable, if you don’t have time to dash out and compose a new one!
Please add them to this thread. If you don’t know how to do this, instructions are available here
Please remember to reduce the size of your images before you upload them to the Media Library; I can probably correct any HTML errors but I can’t reduce the size of your images!
Entries to be posted before 8pm GMT on Ist of February 2011.
PS:
Just a reminder, which I must admit I forgot to include, only one entry per person.
You are more than welcome to post more here; it’s great to see all your photographs, but would you just let me know which one you would like to include in the competition.
Thanks.
Two months before their fortieth wedding anniversary he left. Jill was in shock and found she couldn’t focus on practical details. Her eldest son cancelled all the party arrangements and arranged an appointment with the solicitor.
She refused to attend. The reality of the situation was something she chose to ignore however much her children urged her to protect her own interests. She ignored phone calls from her husband, and flatly declined to discuss the situation with her friends or family. She snubbed the press, and likewise, increasingly frantic communications from the PM’s Office.
It was a frustrating time for all of them but every time they visited their mother, she was pottering around as usual in the garden or walking the dogs. She was not in the slightest bit curious to know where he was or what he was doing. After years of ignoring his various infidelities and petty cruelties she simply carried on as normal. Of course, she was on some level aware that her life would change in the future, but she wanted to face that in her own time, and at her own pace.
Sing-a-song-a ten quid, a pocket full of change,
Four and twenty MPs decided to be strange,
‘Open and more honest’
Is all they had to say
What a sadly state it is, the rest don’t want to play!
Cameron in his wisdom, wants rid of policies,
Members of the public, worn down to their knees
The power and corruption….
Really can’t get any worse,
Bar four and twenty MPs, they’re all a bloody curse.
(I’ll get me coat)….!!!!
OK, some of you will have been through this before with me – but this year I’m doing a slightly different challenge. Instead of pledging to swim either 100 or 200 lengths on a given day in a given pool I’m pledging to swim regularly from end of January to 8th April to see how many lengths I can accumulate. Continue reading “‘Just’ Swim?”
Janus: The Ballad of 1871 (Pride)
I was unaware of this interesting theory on the ‘coded’ meaning of Mr Lear’s charming poem “The Owl and the Pussycat”. A clever, surprising ballad, and a pleasant reminder of Mr Lear’s excellent work. I don’t know why this poem wasn’t split into four line stanzas, but no matter. Thank you, Janus, a delightful ballad.
John Mackie: Avarice a Sin? (Greed)
A fine and grand ballad in the Border Tradition, encompassing a broad sweep of history. There is little doubt in my mind, given Mr Mackie’s frank admission in the last stanza regarding the traits of his countrymen, that in said Mason’s view, placement of Avarice as Sin and Charity as Virtue was as wrong as a factory farmed haggis and required correction. Brilliant, Mr Mackie!
JW: The Ballad of reading in Gaol (Gluttony with a touch of Lust)
This outrageous piece explodes across the page in a (prison) riot of decadence and big words. JW has broken all the rules with exuberant abandon and it is certainly not poetry as we know it. JW is, no doubt, ahead of his time. I am left with a burning need to taste the succulent jabuticaba, and a question: Was Oscar Wilde really a Spaniard? I think we should be told. Hilarious poem, JW!
Araminta: The Battle of Thermopylae: A Ballad (Pride)
Battles make great material for ballads; this one fairly romps along and scans beautifully. In the tradition of the early ballad, it could (perhaps) be set to music. By the way, I knew the Spartans were proud and courageous in battle, but I didn’t realise they were seriously into hairdressing. A lovely poem, Ara, and thanks for your heroic efforts in penning a second entry.
Herodotus wrote down the tale,
It covers several pages.
A true account or merely spin?
It must have taken ages.
Just a thought. I have been browsing and have seen that the BBC website is doing a themed photo competition and as we have several photographers on this site I thought maybe a theme per week might inspire over here too?
Only one picture per contributor per week posted as a comment in this thread, using the instructions which Bearsy has added on the Main Page Menu Bar.
The theme: Sunlight and Clouds. Closing date Sunday 9th @ midnight.
Val, maybe you could be the first judge? Pretty please.
It was Boxing Day, yet the chairman, along with a skeleton staff, had come to the office to work on the press release that he would issue early next month. On the screen in front of him was displayed the company’s latest sales report. It made depressing, if unsurprising, reading. Things were not looking good at all, though at least a small profit was forecast, which was more than was likely to be the case for his rivals. As welcome as this was, it was not going to prevent the huge number of redundancies that would be forthcoming in the New Year; redundancies which came on top of several store closures and associated job losses that he and his board had been forced to impose 6 months earlier. Continue reading “Holy Knight”
Boadicea's Chariot 
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