The edges of the hopscotch squares, the mirror of a childhood pastime. Many different countries play this game and the rules are slightly different in some, as a video I found explains.
Rocking the flowing green hair and jumping on the trampoline.
Little E kicking a soccer ball in the store.
A red farm shed in the quiet countryside, surrounded by a shallow forest of evergreens.
A Photo A Week Challenge: Out In the Country
Darkness in daylight
The darkness consumes my soul
Buried in its presense
Under the pale moonlight
4 cartons of 18 eggs each, 2 rows deep, 5 wide
Weekly Photo Challenge: Numbers
A face is a sculpture
Crafted by almighty God
Blood and bone of your father
Eyes and ears of ancestry
It is once youthful and fresh
And the object of desire
But then the turning point comes
When looks aren’t important anymore
The lines and wrinkles will come
And the natural peak of old age sets in
Because celebrity or not
Death is imminent
And a great face only lasts in image
For the majority are merely faces in the crowd
And the shallowness of beauty means nothing in the end
Faces change over time. Mine sure has.
The rain came down
The soil became wet
The seeds they planted
Til’ winter harvest moon comes
Weekly Photo Challenge: Earth