Tied to the docks, fastened by ropes and anchors, boats at rest in the marina connect to water, to land, to people, to each other.
Which way on the water and which way on land? This week, it’s the river, the bridge, the road, the green grass of the town Common.
IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE ONE OR MORE PHOTOS WHERE THE SUBJECT IS SHOWN FROM THE BACK.
I shoot so much from the back that friends have finally stopped asking me why I do it. That probably proves something, but I’m not sure what.
The leaves are changing. Too early. I think it’s the lack of rain. It has not been cold. No chilly nights to snap the color out of the trees. The only possible answer is the endless drought that is affecting much of the world … and a huge swatch of North America.
The rivers are empty again. I’m trying not to think about the well.
The trees are turning yellow quickly. In just a few days, they’ve gone from showing a bit of yellow, to showing mostly yellow. Fast, furious, and weeks too early.
This week’s topic is the colors of the sense of seeing. This week you can post anything that stimulates or delights you visually. Be creative and have fun. Feel free to dig around in your archives for photos if you don’t have anything new.
SERENDIPITY PHOTO PROMPT 2015 – 21
2 September 2015: NO PLACE LIKE HOME
It’s Frisbee Wednesday again and suddenly, it’s September.
We’re off on vacation for the next three weeks. Therefore, this prompt will be missing for the next three Wednesdays — September 9, 16, and 23. I’m sure I’ll post something, pictures for sure, but I’m taking a long-delayed and much-needed vacation from daily blogging.
My right shoulder has been sending shooting pains to remind me I’ve been huddled too many hours with the computer. Since we’ll be away, it’s a perfect opportunity to give my neck, shoulder, and wrists a rest.
This is my 21st prompt. Twenty-first? Yup, you got it. That means my prompt is old enough to drink. I’m going to send Serendipity to a bar tonight. Give it a vacation. Let it relax for a while. I might join it for a night-cap.
I’ve taken this week’s cue from my friend The Ladybug. She started her own prompt in which I have not participated because I’m brain-dead right now. It’s not just my muscles that need a break. All of me needs R&R.
Her prompt gave me pause for thought.
TOO OLD TO GO ADVENTURING
I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t want to.
Narnia is too … well … Christian. For me. Aslan is a great lion and a hero, but Narnia’s no place for a nice Jewish girl from Queens.
Neverland is charming I’m sure, but it’s for children. Or maybe grownups who want to be children — not me. Even with flying and pixie dust, I get tired thinking about all the zooming energy. Too many lost boys!
Hogwarts is a school. I’m done with schools, even magic school. I know I would not fit in with the hormonal, pubescent population of the school. I’d be a terrible wet blanket.
Wonderland is the only place which makes it to my vacation column. I’d like to visit there for a while, if only for the chance to finally meet the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter, and that big White Rabbit — all favorite characters.
Camelot, Middle Earth, Westeros … aah me.
There was a time when I’d have hot-footed it to Camelot or Middle Earth without a second’s thought. These days, I want comfort. Hot and cold running water in-house. Good showers. Flush toilets. My adjustable bed and reclining love seat. Big, bright television and good sound. I want my husband next to me, our dogs around me.
I need a world that fits. Me. I would not fit into any of those beautiful, magical locales nor would they be happy with me. In a world full of adventure and magic, I would not be an asset.
Truth is, I am no longer seeking adventure. I’m avoiding it.
Sorry to miss such glorious photo opportunities, though. I hope whoever amongst you ventures forth to other dimensions of delight will return with pictures and stories to tell.
I’ll be waiting for your reports!
As usual, should you accept the challenge, you may use any picture — and this week, you have plenty of choices — or any of your own pictures and write something about the picture. This has got to be the easiest prompt in the world since basically, that’s what we all do as bloggers anyway.
I will be back in October, hopefully well rested and without that ugly pain in the neck and shoulder. And with lot of photographs taken in upstate New York and Vermont. Have a great September my good friends.
What made you feel good this week?
Nothing yet. I’ve been up and about for three and half hours and all of it has been on the phone straightening out messes with Amazon, Charter Cable (bad DVR box), a pharmacy, and three doctors.
The good part? I scheduled my granddaughter’s 19th birthday party, which she is having here because hey, that’s what grandparents are for!
I have rescheduled 3 appointments: two for me, one for Garry. I have filed a complaint (Amazon), received refunds and apologies (Amazon). It is now 11:45 AM. I’m exhausted.
It’s Monday morning, so this week is not off to what I would call a terrific start. But you never know. Maybe this is the worst it will get, in which case, it’s okay. Breathe, breathe, breathe.
For potlucks or parties do you cook it yourself, buy from a grocery store, or pay for catering?
It depends. There haven’t been any events of this kind in the last couple of years. I used to cook, but then I switched to buying desserts from the local bakery. But every once in a while, I still get the urge to bake and I always share the results, party or not.
What is your favorite part of the town/city you live in. And what Country do you live?
My town is so ridiculously small, you either love all of it, or none of it. Uxbridge is a town of about 11,000 people in south central Massachusetts. We are in south Uxbridge, which isn’t a separate town, just the most southern end of the township. The Village of Uxbridge is much smaller than the town.
If you know anything about the way New England is structured, you know that there are the counties, then towns, then villages. Each has different boundaries. Massachusetts is, for those who care about legal differences, a commonwealth rather than a state. There is a difference, but at this point in history, it’s more a technicality than significant.
If I had to pick a single place to love especially much, it would be the dam over the Mumford River.
Commonwealth originally meant a region governed by the people, not a monarch. England was a commonwealth from around 1649 to 1660. During the American Revolution, the colonies of Massachusetts, Virginia and Pennsylvania declared themselves commonwealths. Thereby they signaled that they were no longer governed by the British monarchy but were an independent republic. At the time, Kentucky was part of Virginia. In 1790 when it separated from Virginia, Kentucky chose to retain the commonwealth moniker.
Complete this sentence: My favorite place in the whole world…..
My favorite place is home.
No matter where I go — or how much I complain — this is the place where I feel “right” with the world and myself.