I’m re-joining One Word Sunday once again this week, now that Hallowe’en has become but a distant memory, and Debbie’s theme is ‘Earth’.
I have hundreds, nay thousands, of photos that would fall into this category but have selected two to use.
One, is the view OF the Earth (well, one of them!):
And the other is the view FROM it (well, one of them!!):
Visit Debbie’s site for more takes on this week’s theme (a link will appear here shortly!)
Winter Sun rises
Casting shadows all around
A close up of petals for today’s #InThePink entry. Luckily, some of them are pink!
Matthew Mist, master of mystical misty mysticism, invites YOU to attend the magnificent Wet Weekend. Held this year in the heavenly Thunderstruck Manor Gardens, you will find yourself both awed and dumbstruck by feats of magic so uncanny you will surely feel you are dreaming.
With Nature’s elements being kept at bay by our modern and cutting edge technology provided by our own Weather Men, feel free to wear your best summer clothes and finest exquisite jewellery, neither of which will become damaged by the weather’s fiercest attempts to break through the barricades.
With magic being key, those elements will be heightened so you may find an item or two of yours strangely disappear during the day’s events – all of which is designed to fit in with the day’s celebrations naturally.
Dress to Really Impress!
Feel the Power!
See the Magic!
Tickets will be on sale on the day at the main entrance to Thunderstruck Manor, with the magic occurring throughout the day. Turn up and see. Turn up and Feel the Magic!
Something dodgy? Sounds too good? It probably is. Lucky that the Superheroes are onto it!
Did you notice those photos in the flyer? One of them looks remarkably like one of mine, this one:
Which I was going to post as part of Becky’s #InThePink September Squares challenge. Trust those dastardly supervillains to try to scupper my plans. But I’ve shown them! More pink squares can be found at the link below…
Wind doth whistle and chill
Eyes sting through spray
That doth fly abruptly
From the swirling waves
Tears stream as if through grief
Yet hidden as they live amidst the splattered water
Running like sap down a severed tree trunk
Beside wet skin and cloth alike
Remember the peace before the storm
Will return once more
Gather senses and feel the force of nature
Through this ferocious tide;
Touch reality and creation
In its most energetic form