A Photo a Week Challenge: Unusual Clouds

Nancy Merrill Photography has as this week’s challenge unusual clouds. Seeing as I love clouds I couldn’t help myself but join in.

So…here are two images I think are unusual clouds.

  1.  Can anyone see what I found in this cloud ?

 

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2. I think these clouds are just downright pretty !

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Okay…I am done. It is a very wet Sunday here in the Land of the Long White Cloud. The fur babies and I are cuddled up on the bed and fully intend to waste the day away snuggling.

Day 5

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seek what you need

no more

no less,

for nature

will provide for you

if you provide for her

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

Once more I must step in to the WorldWideWeb and pluck a name for this challenge. My last time. Thus I must choose wisely…Sharon. Again…feel free to ignore my request if you will.

Related posts:

  1.  Day 1
  2.  Day 2
  3.  Day 3
  4.  Day 4

Forsaken Feathers – Part 3

Sounding no louder than a gentle rustle of leaves, his wings opened and the trees parted allowing us access to the sky. One hand he kept between my shoulder blades while the other cupped my buttocks, deftly parting my legs as we soared higher. I silently hoped neither the Careys nor the Hudsons were out and about and looking up. As Amduscias slid his erection inside of me his eyes changed colour. Bright as pumping blood, their red glow seemed to reach inside me and warm me against the air that grew chillier as we continued to rise.

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Amduscias flew with abandon. Rising straight up, with me impaled on him, then slowing down and spiralling deliberately on the air currents, he rode me in to a stupor. His skin was sleek, and softer than a baby’s against mine. Mama was a bit of a breeder, so I had a lot of baby skin to compare him with.

His voice was gentle, not much louder than the sound of his wings. As he sent me further in to oblivion he told me his history, much like a parent telling a bedside story. I learned of his joys, his fall from grace, his now ever present sorrow. He asked for my forgiveness, before admitting he would not forgive himself for crossing this last barrier in to what he called the abyss. All the while he spoke so softly, he drove hard in to me as if to lose himself. I felt my own self drift in to an abyss of another kind as we tumbled from air current to air current.

I awoke back on the path in the forest. Alone. I might have believed myself carried away with a rather delicious fancy were it not for my clothes strewn about beside me. As I looked over my naked body tiny goose bumps began to form. Dazed as I was it took some time to dress myself and find my way back out of the forest. Other than one glossy feather I found forsaken under my clothing, there was no sign that Amduscias in any form had existed.

To be continued…

Relevant posts:

  1. Forsaken Feathers – Part 1
  2. Forsaken Feathers – Part 2
  3. Forsaken Feathers – Part 4

Day 4

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In the peaceful order of reality

or

the serene disorder of reflection

a place for me exists

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

Once more we go…eeny, meeny, miny, moe…and pick another name out of cyberspace [which you should feel perfectly free to ignore!]…Sue.

Relevant links:

  1.  Day 1
  2.  Day 2
  3.  Day 3
  4.  Day 5

Wordless Wednesday

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Forsaken Feathers – Part 2

‘Because I am forever lost to my home’, he replied. As he spoke the pool of tears became clearer and in its reflection was what I knew instinctively to be an image of his home. I understood his tears.

‘Why is it lost to you?’ I asked.

‘I was foolish to believe in one who was not truthful. Those of us who trusted in his light were led to ruin, to exile.’ Gazing in to the reflection he seemed to actually smile a little. ‘But his light was as beautiful as the fresh morning, and just as hard to resist.’ As the question began to form in my mind, he answered. ‘My name is Amduscias,’ he said and as he spoke his name, a glow began to form behind him. Within the glow large wings unfurled and a trumpet wailed, kokako like, its music settling mournfully around us. With each new note the trees bent and swayed opening up a space for his wings to spread wide and high.

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He leaned back in to his wings and raised his head. As he brought it back down the eyes with which he regarded me were now similar to my own in both their size and colouring. His cheekbones were pronounced and his chin covered in fair stubble. Matching tresses hung down his back and strayed over his shoulder reaching past his nipples. He shined, and with each shaft of light that flashed around under the canopy he seemed to draw me closer to his light.

‘Come,’ he said. Again music filled the air. ‘It is too late now for you,’ he smiled, as he stood upright. The hand he held out to me, no longer misshapen and clawed, was twice the size of my own. I lay mine upon it and it seemed to disappear as he folded his fingers, claiming it for his own. Pulling me up, his gaze held my eyes. ‘You should have left when I told you to. Now, I shall condemn myself even more. I shall condemn you, and we shall both be lost forever.’

Another thing Mama got wrong. Angels have all the bits, and they work. Oh dear God do they ever. Not that I had a lot to compare it to, being the town’s only 19 year old virgin, but his bits were every bit as impressive as the rest of him.

Amduscias’s wings enfolded us and there was no mistaking the fact that this angel, because I had tweaked to this being the only possible explanation, had an erection. I felt my first twinge of fear as I contemplated the size of it. It just kept growing and now Amduscias had a definite smile curving his lips. I wish I could say I know how he managed to make all my clothes disappear; I guess angels just have a knack for it. Like Joey on Friends, with his ability to undo any bra any time.

To be continued…

Relevant posts:

  1.  Forsaken Feathers – Part 1
  2.  Forsaken Feathers – Part 3
  3.  Forsaken Feathers – Part 4

Day 3…

Spur Winged Plover and chick.
Spur Winged Plover and chick.

A friend contacted me after noticing a pair of Spur Winged Plovers had made a nest near our local golf course. So day after day I went out and watched and of the four eggs three hatched. Plovers are quite territorial and on more than one occasion Mama and Papa Plover let me know my presence was not appreciated. They have now moved on to an adjacent paddock thank goodness. I was having attacks of panic at the end when I would go there and see the chicks on the road. Hopefully they will live a long and wonderful life.

For more about these gorgeous birds visit New Zealand Birds Online.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

So for today I think I will nominate [which you should feel perfectly free to ignore!]…Isobel.

Relevant links:

  1.  Day 1
  2.  Day 2
  3.  Day 4
  4.  Day 5

Day two…

Day two of my five photos five stories challenge.

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turbulence

without it we would never find the calm

So who to nominate?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…please forgive me Sonia.

Now to work on day three.

It is blowing a gale here and looks like rain so I will not feel guilty by hanging out inside with the computer one teeny tiny bit.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

Relevant Links:

  1. Day 1
  2. Day 3
  3. Day 4
  4. Day 5

Tui

Sue Dreamwalker is quietly encouraging me to get my feet wet again with blogging by challenging me to do the Five Photos Five Stories challenge. Which could be a good thing as it may well work. I fear I have been away too long.

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Tui

a song and soul on the wing,

you and I…

the music and lyrics of a spring day

as we play I spy amongst the blossoms

Well there is number 1. It may not be a consecutive daily thing. After all I am just getting my feet a bit wet in this wonderful blogging world. I have so missed you all.

I am supposed to challenge one person each time I post.

The Rules are as follows..

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

Please fell free to ignore my challenge if you so desire. I know how time consuming these things can be…but…today I wish to challenge the ever irrepressible Gilly. Seeing as she is such a great writer and photographer…this might be something she would consider I hope.

Relevant Links:

  1. Day 2
  2. Day 3
  3. Day 4
  4. Day 5

Hairy Maclary and friends.

Dame Lynley Dodd  is quite a hero to New Zealanders and I suspect to children and grown-ups everywhere who have had the incredible pleasure of reading her Hairy Maclary books.

Recently in Tauranga an outdoor exhibition opened of sculptures of some of her most beloved characters. I went to see them and fell in instant love. I can’t wait to go back once the grass has grown and they take away the barriers. While I was there it was with delight I watched toddlers and children squeal with pleasure and caress and cuddle these beautiful works of art. I noticed a few Mums & Dads give them a quick pat while the kids were busy.

If you want to learn more about the sculptures click here.

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These are some of the images I took when I visited. I hope to go back at night when the sculptures are lit up and take some more. For now…I hope you enjoy them, and if you don’t know the stories you might be persuaded to click on the links and discover their delights. With a little luck you might get one of the books to read to your children or grandchildren. I promise you will never be sorry you did.

Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy.
Hairy Maclary from Donaldson’s Dairy.
Hercules Morse as big as a horse with pittery pattery Zachary Quack.
Hercules Morse as big as a horse with pittery pattery Zachary Quack.
Bottomley Potts covered in spots.
Bottomley Potts covered in spots.
Muffin McLay like a bundle of hay.
Muffin McLay like a bundle of hay.
Bitzer Maloney all skinny and bony.
Bitzer Maloney all skinny and bony.
Schnitzel von Krumm with a very low tum.
Schnitzel von Krumm with a very low tum.
Scarface Claw the toughest tom in town.
Scarface Claw the toughest tom in town.
Scarface is not to be trifled with guys !
Scarface is not to be trifled with guys !
Hairy, Bitzer, Hercules & Zachery.
Hairy, Bitzer, Hercules & Zachery.
Slinky Malinki was blacker than black.
Slinky Malinki was blacker than black.

Of course if you are ever in Tauranga…you must pay these guys a visit !!!!