One Word Photo Challenge – Hail

This week’s word is Hail!

To participate:

Create a new post on your blog titled “One Word Photo Challenge: Hail”Include an image or images that you feel fit the themeTag your post with “One Word Photo Challenge” so that others can find your contributionComment here with the link to your post or include a pingback to this post in your responseHave fun!

Links to your contribution will be shared on the next week’s post.

OWPC flickr group, http://jennifernicholewells.com/2015/08/18/one-word-photo-challenge-hail/

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The impending storm.  Little tiny pieces of hail are coming!

Writing Prompt #120 “Collage 4”

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It’s 11:55.  Almost lunch.  The clock ticks, the minute hand clunks into place.  11:56.  Maybe soup.  Maybe sandwich.  Maybe the leftovers,  no those are gone.  The empty container sits like tombstone on the counter.

Emily looks at her stomach.  It betrays her.  It hangs over her pants.   The constant turning of her nerves.  She has always been oversized.  People have always placated her, with platitudes.  They lie to make her feel better.  Fat is fat.  The mirror never lies.  It’s on her waist.  It’s covering her legs like a worn out pair of pants.  Her arms flap in the breeze.  Fat stretched the skin. Fat, fat, fat..

Noon.  Three pieces of cheese ripped out of the fridge.  Thrown on a plate to be stared at.  Hated for being so good.  It’s was pure fat.  But so was she.  It was a moment of pleasure, swallowed by guilt.  She looked at the end table.  The locket of her mother’s looking at her.  The kid picture when she was normal hides inside.  

Outside a ruckus cries through the window.  She gets up to see a rain crow raising the dead.  It’s cries hurt the ears.  Her soul has had too much pain, the ears will have to bleed another day.  On the way back is the scales of her justice.  Her three meals weigh on her heavily.  She drops her head and approaches the bathroom scale.  The numbers flash digital hell as 123 stares back in its horrible red eyes.  Cut to a crouch, hands on her head, and elbows resting on her knees.  The tears fall silently.  An unseen dust cloud swirls where it lands.

“Why must I be so fat?!”  Her torture continues. 

One Word Photo Challenge – Foggy

Part II: Weather

Icons thanks to http://erikflowers.github.io/weather-icons/, https://www.fgdc.gov/HSWG/ref_pages/PrintableChanges.htm & http://www.flaticon.com/

If you want to share pictures of actual weather events do that! But you don’t have to. Share a photo of how rain makes you feel or what you do during a snow storm. Share an image of your sunny day supplies or your emergency weather kit. Anything goes- it just has to make sense to you!

This week’s word is Foggy!

To participate:

Create a new post on your blog titled “One Word Photo Challenge: Foggy”Include an image or images that you feel fit the themeTag your post with “One Word Photo Challenge” so that others can find your contributionComment here with the link to your post or include a pingback to this post in your responseHave fun!

Links to your contribution will be shared on the next week’s post.

OWPC flickr group

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Obscure low laying clouds. Robbing the sky of color, changing the heart of the Sun.   Even old glory dims in it’s midst.

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Fog on the window hides selectively.   Stray cats seen immune to it’s power.

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Darkness in place of fog.   Bright lights hold off part of the world from it fit only a brief time. Only to be lost in the fog of slumber….
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OWPC-Flood and the Vernal Pond

One Word Photo Challenge this week brings us the weather phenomenon of flood…

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After one of the start June’s and a bunch of rain in July,  I went to visit the local vernal pond.  It’s more of a swamp most of the year.   Spring brings it back to life as a pond,  hence Vernal Pond.  If your a snapping turtle, snake, frog, or mosquito it the equivalent of spring break.  If you’re flesh and bone, you are welcome to the party too.   There’s an entrance fee.

Normally, this time of year it’s a mud pit.   Today’s it’s about 150 feet by 250 feet.  The grass grows where the edge was the weeks ago.

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But it’s not all bad. Here’s a nice visitor from The swamp.  My big book had failed to provide a name for his kind but looks similar to some spinx myths. Later properly identified by #Maesha-Ms Nightshade, as a Little Virgin Tiger Moth. In his camera shy mode, the Orange under wings and body are hidden.   Yes a bug with body image issues!

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