Quiet Reflections

Winter

Snow fights

Roaring fires and mulled wine

Christmas

Spring

Barren paths

Buds and chirping birds

Summer

Radiant green hues

Light and shadows

Autumn

Explosion of colour

Quiet reflections

Anticipation of snow

Winter

One year in one image

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This was written for this weekend’s Trifextra challenge.

This weekend’s prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by the following photo project by Eirik Solheim. Each slice of the photo compilation is a different day of the year, taken from the same location. – See more at:

Weekly Writing Challenge: I Remember

I remember the trauma of losing my milk teeth.  When the first one became loose my parents checked it regularly to see when it was ready to be pulled.  When they deemed it ready, dad pulled it out.  That was a very traumatic experience and after it I refused to let him touch my teeth.

My parents seemed to have a strong fear of me swallowing a tooth in my sleep and kept insisting on checking them.

Eventually we reached a compromise – a string would be attached around the tooth and then to a door handle – dad would pull the door and with that the tooth would come out.  How that was different from my dad pulling it with his fingers I don’t know but somehow in my mind, it was better and that is how most of my teeth were pulled out.

Smile

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Check out the Weekly Writing Challenge post.

* This memory was triggered by this weekend’s Trifextra prompt which was the word tooth.

Newsflash

The remains of Adam M, who disappeared in the desert over 10 years ago, have been identified.  Hikers stated they were drawn to the location by a gold tooth glistening in the sun.

photo credit: sandy.redding via photopin cc

photo credit: sandy.redding via photopin cc

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Trifextra: Week Eighty

Full disclosure: we’re going a bit weird on you with this weekend’s short prompt. Trifecta editor Lisa has a son who just lost his first tooth. In honor of such a creepy event, we want you to write a 33-word response that uses the word tooth. Your response can use any definition of the word but cannot tell the story of someone losing a tooth. (Because we just told that story, and it was pretty boring the first time.) Click on the logo below to see more.

Daily Prompt: The stage

When I was 10 I wanted to be an actress (women were actresses then not actors).  When I told my parents about this they discouraged me but I am not sure what their reasons were. When I told my grandmother she was appalled and made it sound like I wanted to be a prostitute.

Being the good little girl that I was, I tried to forget about my dream and in my teens I found some excuse not to join a theatre club that friends were setting up.  I remember not wanting to disappoint my father.

Over the next few years I had several career interests – fashion designer, interior designer, international truck driver, photographer, civil engineer and architect.  Eventually, after several random jobs, moving abroad and a University degree, I ended up with a job in a large global corporation which has no connection whatsoever with the creative career dreams of my childhood and teenage years.

Photography - indulging in one of my creative interests

Photography – one of my creative interests

Daily Prompt: Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star

When you were 10, what did you want to be when you grew up? What are you now? Are the two connected?