Lentils, Anyone?

I decided to make lentil soup for a cold, winter day. When I got home from the grocery store (Whole Foods Market, in case you can’t tell) and opened the pantry, I discovered I already had lentils. A whole collection of lentils.

Six bags of lentils

Lots and lots of lentils

Good thing I like lentil soup. Maybe a collection of lentils is a Lentil Lode? Laden with lentils. A leap of lentils. A line of lentils. A lentil loop. A lentil luau. A lentil lyntle. (Made that one up!)

Ribbed Bowl, Sketch 036

I chose this bowl to sketch because I was looking for an object that had mostly lines in (on) it, as opposed to areas that were defined by shading. What did I discover? The rim and the ribs are defined by shading, not lines. And proportions? What proportions?

Sketch of the white, ribbed bowl

Not close enough for a game of horseshoes

Ribbed, white bowl

Ribbed bowl

Sketch 036: Ribbed Bowl

Fiction Friday: Touching the Sky

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt.  Copyright Erin Leary

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Erin Leary

Touching the Sky

“I don’t see the resemblance,” the mushroom said. “The pinecone doesn’t look like you.”

“Not now,” replied the fence, “but eventually it will grow into a tree, just like I was.”

“What happened to you?” the mushroom asked. “Why are you naked?”

“Don’t get me started,” the fence said, wincing. “In 50 years that pinecone will be a tree so tall it will block the sun.”

The fence and the mushroom were quiet, in contemplation. For the mushroom, the thought of 50 years was unfathomable, but the fence had fond memories of wind in its branches, of touching the sky.
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