Beyond the Sphere

It’s One Word Sunday once again, and this week Debbie’s theme is ‘Fruit’.

The above photo had to be timed to perfection to be taken, as a mere few seconds later everything had gone. Just like that! Vanished.

Visit Debbie’s site for more interpretations on the theme.

It’s Debbie’s One Word Sunday once again, and this week’s theme is ‘Dream’.

My dreams go from the sublime to the ridiculous. sometimes even in the same dream. A complete mixed bag of elements, which may just be brought together to fill the blank canvas of my mind as I sleep; although it could also be said they may hold the key to what’s in store for the future. If only I can remember them long enough to work out what!

Above are a few photos representing some of my dreams, completely random and mixed up – one of them speaks a lot louder to me than the others. It may just be a favourite of this particular bunch, however, so I’ll not say which one.

Visit Debbie’s site through the link above to see more interpretations of this week’s theme.

Not the Top of My Head!

Yes, before you mistake the above photo for another of my fabulous Selfies, I thought I’d set the record straight!

It’s actually the top of a loaf I’ve just made. I say I, but I only added the ingredients.

Although I used my loaf and decided to photograph this loaf (and the top of it!) for Becky’s Top Square challenge… click the panel below!

Squares header Logo!

On the Eighteenth of December my creation brought to me an inedible Christmas Pud with lashings of custard.

Although the inedibility seems quite questionable to that stray time fly. Still, waste not want not!

On the Seventeenth of December my Creation brought to me a Christmas Cheeseboard with cherry tomatoes and melon balls.

But please don’t ask me what kind of cheese it is.

So there I was, eating me cornflakes enjoying a lovely cool breeze, and I allowed my mind to wander. Dangerous stuff that, when eating your cornflakes.

I munched and crunched, and with each bite I could hear footsteps across a gravelled courtyard. “Halt!” A voice shouted as I swallowed.  I took another mouthful, and heard the footsteps start once again.

“HALT I SAID!” bellowed the voice. I started to wonder if the voice was telling me to halt eating, or the imaginary footsteps, whoever they belonged to, to stop marching.

I brought myself back to my senses, and continued eating anyway. Through the open window, I could hear the gaggle of geese fly away into the distance, honking and chattering as they did so.

Maybe Goose Leader wanted some of my cornflakes and was commanding his gaggle to stop and try and get some. Its funny, isn’t it, the things you hear when you aren’t truly listening?

No, not commence.



Start again?

No. That isn’t quite right.

Begin over.

Nah. That doesn’t cut the mustard.

Start where I left off?


Carry on as before.

No. No. No!

Pick up where I left off.


Slide back on in there…?

Oh. Most definitely no.


Oh, come on.

Now that that Valentine’s nonsense is out of the way, normality returns once more to Beyond the Sphere. Folk ask the question “What is normal?” And I have to agree.

Here’s a photo of a pomegranate:

Yes. Things are back to normal. And the image is from Pixabay. It isn’t even mine.


It’s almost time!

Posted as part of…

One Word Sunday


Whether it be 1:25, 11:25 or 11:05 or 12:55 it is always Pizza Time!

Posted for Becky’s #timesquare challenge. Link below. And I’m really clutching at straws for these connections now!!!

Buffet Time!

Party time is here… and with party time comes Buffet Time!

A midnight feast does wonders from time to time.

Posted for Becky’s #timesquare challenge. Link below.

Time for a snack?

Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Posted for Becky’s #timesquare challenge, and Debbie’s One Word Sunday, where this week’s theme is ‘Circle’. Links below…


(It was circular in shape when the scene was set… I have no idea what happened between then and the photo being taken)


Flowing red hair, vibrant red lips and a slinky silky red dress did nothing to conceal the dark red stain evidently (and perhaps elegantly…) dripped down her front.

Red always had trouble with the red wine. Opening, mind, not drinking. Drinking, she did with ease.