Meadow in the Middle

It’s amazing what you can find in the middle of a housing estate sometimes. There’s a green area that’s cared for and you don’t have t pay for it and just hope that it won’t get misused. We park at the community centre where not much is going on at the moment for obvious reasons. A kissing gate leads us into a field where there’s an information board, and we have to choose which direction we want to take. We make our way along the nature trail through the marsh and into the woodland. Occasionally we take a wrong turn and head onto the outside concrete path, but we can just follow the footpath towards the next kissing gate. At one point we follow a boardwalk that crosses the marsh, and there’s cows kept on the other side. We don’t want to miss out on anything and backtracked on ourselves, even to find it’s just a stream flowing through a wood.

Central Heating #Titannabell 16

Titannabell looked at the view in front of her. ‘That’s a bit small, don’t you think? The belt’ she added as she realised that the guard she had addressed had begun to turn red in the face while his colleague was struggling to keep a straight face. ‘Oh come here’ she said as she lay down which caused the whole building to wobble. Specks of dust and loose mortar came down from the ceiling and both guards thought there may have been a cracking sound from some of the slabs in the floor. ‘Leave that tin hat on, it helps to keep me cool’ she said. Titannabell lifted him up and placed his head between her breasts and he couldn’t see much else. A minute ago the princess was complaining of being too cold, but he knew better than to correct her. He wondered if his colleague was about to get involved.    

Studley Branch

Imagine all the fun you could have here. A tree, long since died, has one strong branch reaching out over the river, which isn’t that full enough to be dangerous. You could add a swing or reach down and touch the water with the tips of your fingers. If it wasn’t for the weaker twisty bits at the end, you could attempt to run off the branch and jump onto the opposite bank. But how did the tree get uprooted in the first place? Was there a flash of lightning or was man involved, either through foul play or just a decision to make it safer? And what thought made them think that it would be fun to leave it like that? Is it to offer a pose or seat while on a walk? Or is it a hazard that hasn’t been deemed dangerous enough so that it doesn’t require any action yet? Maybe it’s a home to something beneath it.

The Last Stand

There’s some impressive and novel stunts in this. There’s also a bit of dry humour alongside famous names that don’t get involved with the big adrenaline stunts but still draws the crowds in for the names. The plot is well thought through with every incident explained, though some of the protagonists’ backstories could have been expanded a little. Every incident is explained, but it’s hard to fathom a sports car being able to outrun a helicopter without having to refuel somewhere. I thought that the decoys planted to distract the cops during the escape scent was genius. You can feel the compassion of the townies as they come together to defeat the antagonist, and you have to wonder if it’s just money that empowers the other side. There’s not many escape lines in this and Arnie blends in well as an outside sheriff put to stay, but his character too needs a bit more of an insight.     

Insect Spotting

My mind eludes me as to what might be the subject of this photograph. This might just be a quick fumble of a finger placed over the camera button. A simple action which would have been costly in an earlier time of photography but with today’s technology it can just be undone with the touch of a button (after it’s sat around in your cloud for thirty days while also be automatically downloaded onto your hard drive). But there could have also been something interesting perched amongst the bushes, or even in between them. A flower in bloom, a butterfly perhaps, or maybe even a dragonfly. There’s something on the middle lower left that could resemble something with wings. It’s either well camouflaged or it’s moved quick enough to escape the lens into the bushes. Or maybe there was just too much focus going on and the button was pressed at the wrong time.

My Muslim Daughter wants to marry a Hindu boy

It’s the classic Romeo & Juliet story. You could just add some saris and turn it into a Bollywood musical. So unless the boy’s got something wrong with him or there’s a huge age difference then what’s wrong with that? If the two people are willing to make sacrifices to make it work then why not let them? Traditions might be broken but sometimes that’ s how people evolve. Depending on the time period, it could cause riots or a mere second glance in the name of progress. You could protest the union but it doesn’t necessarily mean that you have the authority to ensure that it doesn’t go ahead. Banning the action could cause the union to become even stronger. But spending time to ensure that they care for each other and are well supported . You’ll also enjoy watching them grow and develop as they try to work thing out for themselves.

All the Ducks in a Row #Sherduck 5

Buttons peered over the hedge where Sherduck was busy organising a line of constables to do a sweep. A box of gloves were being passed down and some of them had brush sticks under their wings. He sighed. This never achieved anything. All it was was a display for the public to look as if they were doing something. The constables were under a strict regime not to speak to each other as they moved through the line but they’d still mutter the odd comment, usually about their oddball detective. Back in the canal, Jimmy had just leapt back into the water and was swimming between his siblings enthusiastically. He wondered if this excitable young duckling had seen anything. He’d have to get him away from his mother first. Maybe an opportunity would arise after  talking to the local crackpot.

‘Okay Madam, thanks for your time’ said Buttons. He flew over to the other side of the canal and landed on a mooring post.