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Celebrity

‘Celebrity’ is the word of the day this week, for Debbie’s One Word Sunday.

However, I don’t have any photographs of my own of any celebrity or any celebrity related whatnots, so I’m in a bit of a pickle. I do have hundreds of photos of a somewhat local celebrity on this site (in my eyes he is anyway!), so that is what I am going to use. Well, one of the photos; it would be a tad much to post all of the hundreds of them here.

My choice of celebrity?

Tufty, of course!

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


 

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Letters To The Universe… The It’s All Natural Edition

Dear The Weather,
Hello! What are you up to? Last week, you were cracking the flags with your rather extreme (if I may say so!) early heatwave, yet this week you are letting frost cover the ground. I had to wait for my car to de-ice before driving the other morning, which wasn’t a problem in itself as I had lots of time (unusual for me, but hey!) but you still caught me by surprise. I’m wondering if Global Warming has anything to do with this? Although that said, the cold starts aren’t really an indication of Global Warming, are they?

Dear The Weather,
Hello! Me again! I may have come across a little grumpy in an earlier letter, which wasn’t my intention and I apologise if I had done so. You do a very good job in keeping us all on our toes and alert, which is a god thing, all things considered. At least we don’t become complacent about you, no matter how much we may tend to moan.

Dear The Full Moon,
Looking forward to feeling the build up to your energies over the next week… could I please ask for a sprinkling of that special magic of yours to those that would like it, me included, as you know that you do harness some awesome power! See you next week!

Dear Blogland,
Here I go again with a few more really terrible jokes. I will find the world’s worst joke; and maybe, just maybe, it is contained within this little lot:
. I went to a restaurant that serves breakfast at any time. So I ordered French toast during the Renaissance.
. I went to a karaoke bar last night that didn’t play any Seventies music. At first I was afraid. Oh, I was petrified.
. A man walks into a chemist’s and says, ‘Can I have a bar of soap, please?’ The chemist says, ‘Do you want it scented?’ And the man says, ‘No, I’ll take it with me now.’
. I went to the doctor and he said, ‘You’ve got hypochondria.’ I said, ‘Not that as well.’
. A man walked into the doctor’s. He said, ‘I’ve hurt my arm in several places.’ The doctor said, ‘Well don’t go there any more.’
. A man walked into the doctor’s. The doctor said, ‘I haven’t seen you in a long time.’ The man replied, ‘I know. I’ve been ill.’
That’s it. That’s all I can take for this week’s Letter. More, I’m afraid to say, next week!

Dear The Word ‘Deedy’,
Meaning ‘industrious or ‘effective’ you certainly live up to your name. Yes indeedy you do! It’s a pity I’m not as deedy with my Spring Cleaning!

Dear Spring Cleaning,
I would love to say that you are coming along nicely, but that would be rather economical on the truth, wouldn’t you say? Oh yes, things are getting done, but not in an efficient manner. Things must greatly improve in this area, or out comes the magic wand… and you know how that works! I may also call in the help from a certain Moon Magic as well next week…

Dear Unscrupulous Data Gatherers and ‘Sharers’,
Here’s hoping that you are quaking in your boots with the forthcoming changes to data protection, with the introduction of GDPR (General Data Protection Regulation) this month. I think your shameful practices need sorting out, and can’t wait to start reading about the hefty fines you all receive. Yes, your days, and those of your nuisance caller friends, are numbered. I feel like adding a little hehehe here, so I shall!

Dear Blogland,
I know that I am not a company or anything, but from time to time I may have access to certain details that you provide in terms of comments / emails / messages and the like. As I’ve just mentioned GDPR above, I thought it would be a good idea to mention that any details I receive about you will not and will never be passed on to anybody by me. Not that I know anyone of whom to pass the details on to, but if I did, I wouldn’t. I have values, and this is important to me.

Dear Helicopter Pilot,
Did you not realise it was 12:30 AM when you were hovering over the Mansion on Tuesday morning? The racket your craft was making would have awakened the Souls of the Grinds, and the world doesn’t really need that right now – and it takes weeks for them to settle again afterwards, so it’s a good job you actually didn’t wake them. I also find it funny that you decided to fly off into the night after I popped my head out of the window. As you gathered, presumably, there is nothing to see here. (Although there would have been Hell on Earth had those souls arisen!)

And Finally, Dear Fish,
Nice of you to swim up to the water’s surface as I was ambling by the other day. You are very graceful to watch as you mind your own business, doing your fishy things! Being Piscean, though, I think we do share a little link – although I couldn’t join you under the water’s surface, I’m afraid. Claustrophobic that way, me!

Thank you for reading,

P.S. I’ve just mentioned the fish beneath the Lake’s surface…

…well, that can only mean I simply have to share a photo of them. It. There were more, but only appears to have been picked up by the camera. Most odd indeed! Maybe next time.

Here’s to a FABULOUS weekend!


 

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The Good Old Days

These Wednesday posts remind me of how it was when I first started blogging, back in the hazy sepia days of 2010. What should I write about today? was always the first question on my mind. Swiftly followed by numerous rewrites of a post that I hoped someone – anyone – just one – would read. I don’t worry about that now, however. Oh, I still worry about what to post, but nowadays I just go with the flow and have done with it.

I’m so comfortable with blogging nowadays I don’t worry too much. If a post works, great! If not, well, there’s always next time. For that not to work either. No… I jest! Some do work. They really do.

For me, now, blogging is less of an experiment, as it was when I first started back at the dawn of time, and more of a little test for my imagination. Where can I stretch it to this week? How far can I go with this train of thought? What can I do with that unsuspecting word?

I like how this place had evolved, and the fine folk who have joined me along the journey.

One thing that has stayed with me, during the millennia that this blog has been in existence, is my intention that it be a Feel Good place. Perhaps random at times, peculiar at others, and just what the? most of with the odd post or two, I hope that the Feel Good vibe seeps through (however subconsciously – and maybe unconsciously!). I imbue each post with the vibe, regardless of how it turns out in the end.

I saw one of those TV adverts earlier, where the woman is talking at the camera (I presume she’s meant to be talking to me, but I get the feeling that she’s looking at my left ear so I have to say she’s talking at the camera) and gushing about how great her laptop has been in helping to create her marvellous blog, which she created by writing about all the things that made her unique. She says she writes about fashion or walking around town with a bunch of balloons. And I think I’m random… I must be, for I use a desktop PC for my posts. Which has been a great help in creating my marvellous blog.

This month sees me starting my ninth year of blogging. Nine years of randomness. Nine years ago, I nervously hit ‘submit’ for the first time. Since then, I’ve flown. I literally really have! Words have flown out of me like nobody’s business. Yes, sometimes they fell just at the point after leaving my finger and before hitting the keyboard, but the words were there to begin with. Hidden, masked, but there. And not only words. Pictures… paintings… photography and (a few, not many) posts about nothing.

Creativity.

That’s what blogging is to me. Feel Good creativity. Good, old-fashioned creativity. Creativity in whatever form comes to the surface at the time.

Like walking around town with a bunch of balloons*.

  • Yes, I know I published a line drawing yesterday, but that was of the town I was walking around in. Today’s line drawing is a self-caricature of moi, doing the walking with the balloons. Notice the trendy sweater? Height of fashion, me. And notice the hair? Yes, I’ve had it cut. ‘Tis gone.

For another year.

Onwards and upwards!

 


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Olde Worlde Street Scene

I gave myself forty-five minutes to try and recreate an old fashioned photo, just using ink. No pencil sketching beforehand; just a case of start and then continue until the time is up. I ran out of time, needless to say, but I managed to get one side of the street in (although the rooftop gargoyles could have done with a little more work).

The people (yes, those funny looking blobs all over the place are people!) and the car (yes, that funny looking blob under the lamppost is a car!) were quickly added in the last ten seconds… and there were more people in the photo that I didn’t have time to include. The photo was taken in 1908, but I don’t think my sketch conveys that at all.

Still, forty-five minutes of doodling is a good way of creating than any other, I suppose! And a hundred and ten years in forty-five minutes is quite an achievement, I must say.