Each Wednesday is a quiet blogging day for me so I am going to post a photo or two I took today and write a short story/explanation about it.
You are welcome to join in and share your Wednesday shots as well.
It could be something you see when you get out of bed.
Your own bleary-eyed face could be included though I know mine could be troubling to some and be not necessarily a good way to start your day.
The shot can be of anything you saw during the day.
Good or bad doesn’t matter as you’ll see with many of my efforts.
I would like you to tell me the story if any about your photo and its backstory if it has one. Try and restrict your enthusiasm to tell me to 100 words.
Here is my image this week.
This is a photo of a rose I have growing in my front garden. Its a very old rose, it originally grew in my grandmother’s yard and when her house was sold my father rescued it and planted it in our garden. It comes under the category of a “Black Rose” because of the dark red colour. When I moved in with my dad and started playing with gardening he said I could do anything I wanted but don’t kill the black rose. Through neglect it thrives.
The above photo was taken yesterday BUT today look at it below!!
I look forward to seeing what you shot on your Wednesday.
I bet the scent is as magnificent as its looks.
Very Turkish delight
Yum 😀 Love Turkish delight – the real stuff, not the Cadbury’s pink one.
A wot I shot by any other name would smell so sweet . . . (or not). Here’s a raw peak into my day:
https://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com/2017/10/11/wot-i-shot-wednesday-the-commute-and-other-things/
I’d actually like to see your bleary-eyed face, it would be authentic 🙂
Hmmm yeah well that might be a tall order, I thought my rose this week was a lot more interesting. To shoot my bleary face could be a bit like you and your selfies, hands and or feet or just a half head.
But isn’t it cool, to shoot selfies of your limbs? 😀
Maybe I should try it. Tomorrow’s Wednesday after all.
I’m disappointed you didn’t give it a try after all! 😀
There’s always next week….though I can’t promise anything uplifting, but then maybe that’s the point of the exercise?
Oh yes, it’s an exercise, or a practice, as I call it.