My photograph for today is of Dale Chihuly’s glass sculpture which stands in the reception area of the Atlantis Hotel in Dubai. I was lucky enough to see this earlier in the year. You can see it below, along with a close up of the detail that makes up this 18metre high work of art.
I have been away from FF for too long. I haven’t changed allegiance, or gone off the rails, I’ve just been hibernating, recharging my batteries, call it what you will. Thanks as always to the indomitable Rochelle, who never fails to put out a prompt each week to tease our creativity, memory, humour. Write 100 words, that’s all you need to do to join this very supportive band of writers.
The prompt this week spoke to me of my childhood and memories of actually getting a garage of our own, something only people with cars had, and when I was a child, they were very few and far between.
Word count: 100
We Get a Garage
At the end of our street was a piece of waste ground. We made our dens there and played during school holidays; summers were long and warm in my memories of childhood
‘I’ve managed to buy the land, Vern,’ said our next door neighbour, unfolding plans on our kitchen table.
‘Will you help me build the garages… you can have one rent free?’
My father frowned, thinking.
‘Ken, you have a deal’, he said and they shook hands, smiling.
Years ago the planners bulldozed the garages, replacing them with little town boxes.
My old street is still there though, this is what it looks like today – lots of cars and not a garage in sight…
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There was no-one else around when I took this photo of a path onto South Beach. I walked for a while and sat on the beach, watching the birds wheeling and diving and the clouds floating by and thought it was just heavenly. I think of it still and remember the feeling of peace and solitude.
‘I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude’
Henry David Thoreau