I heard a couple of birds calling out to each other. I finally got a photograph of this Eastern Phoebe.
I was using my big lens on a monopod and the wind was blowing me around a little bit, so the photograph isn’t as clear as I’d like it to be. Maybe the little birds will hang around for a few days and give me another chance.
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Light from the Past
“How long did it take you to get home?” Sharon led her neighbor, Anne, into the kitchen.
“Five hours. The low water crossings were flooded.” Anne sat down at the counter. “How long has the electricity been out?”
“Not sure.” Sharon lit her grandmother’s oil lamps as the light started to fade. “It was off when I got here. Care for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some chips?”
“Best offer I’ve had all day.” Grateful for the light from the lamps, Sharon and Anne raised their water bottles in a toast to Mother Nature and Trudy, Sharon’s grandmother.
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I wandered around the facility where my art quilt class was held and walked past this outdoor fireplace. It was still too hot for it to be lit, but I can imagine how much fun it will be in colder weather.
Pink water meter covers
Sometimes I get distracted by little slices of life.
It's a long story ... 