Photo of the Week 2015 – Week 41

I took a lot of photos of one of the buildings that is being demolished during the week as I thought they would make a good Photo of the Week. Although I liked them, I felt they were a little “busy”.

This one, I felt looked peaceful and calm in comparison. I was hoping for a golden brown tree, but alas, there were none.

2015 Week 41

Photo of the Week 2015 – Week 40

As I was heading to meet my sister, I went past the river and as usual, I poked my head over to see what I could see. It was unusual to see a cormorant there just looking around and stretching its neck. I tried to take some shots of it as it flew off, but they were from the back and just looked like a pigeon with a big wingspan. None of the photos came out really well, but this one was the best of a bad lot.

2015 Week 40

Photo of the Week 2015 – Week 39

Thirteen weeks until the end of the year. Three quarters of this year has gone. It’s amazing how fast it goes. The sunrises are getting later, and the sunsets are getting earlier. I went out earlier today, and didn’t take my camera with me. When I saw the sunset, I regretted it. I used my phone and hoped it would make a somewhat decent job of the view, and it didn’t end up too badly.

2015 Week 39

Sunday Photo Fiction – The Bud

I’ll explain where the idea for this story came from at the end.

Every week a photo is used as a prompt for writing a story in around 200 words. This is called Flash Fiction – as opposed to Flash Gordon who has nothing to do with this. If you want to have a go, then head off to Sunday Photo Fiction (link opens in new tab) If you want to read other stories, then there is a little blue icon that you can jump up and down on. Also opens in new tab.

122 09 September 20th 2015


Gregory and Janine ran ahead of their dad, laughing. He stomped along behind them imitating a huge monster. “I am the dupoled” he said in a deep, mock menacing voice. Seven-year-old Gregory squealed, “Not the dupoded!” and tried to hide on the other side of his sister, one year his senior.

The laugh and smiles slid from his face though when he saw her staring at something. He turned and staggered back. “What is it daddy?” the boy asked. The elder man knelt down and looked at their find. “It’s a flower. But that’s impossible.”

Janine frowned, “flowers aren’t like that, and they are open. This one is closed.”

“No, this is a REAL flower. There haven’t been any around for decades.” He gently ran his fingers up the stem to the bud. “We can’t let anyone know this is here. We can’t tell anyone.”

Gregory looked downcast, “not even mummy?”

“Especially not mummy” he warned.

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Later, as their father set dinner out, removing food from the cryo-cooler, their mother returned home looking pleased with herself. “You should be happy with mummy today. I found another piece of grass so we can build more houses.”

Janine thought of the flower bud they found beside the raised air rail, and decided it would definitely be their secret to try and bring some nature back to their planet that was now covered almost completely in buildings.


The idea of this story came to me when I was watching the news this morning, and they were talking about building houses on green belt land. If they start doing that, then it will end up looking like something from a sci-fi film where no land can be seen. An example of that is Coruscant from the Star Wars films.