We actually had some cold weather recently, with night temperatures into the 20s. I didn’t like it at all. So I dived into my fabric stash, found some jelly rolls and starting making quilt tops. I have quite a few of the 2.5-inch jelly rolls, so if it keeps being cold, I’ll keep sewing quilt tops.
After our hike at Pace Bend Park, we had a picnic lunch and a Christmas carol sing-a-long. Bill brought his guitar and he and Gloria led us in song. It was a cold, grey, dreary day (46 degrees with a wind chill factor), we missed a few turns hiking back and ending up somewhere other than planned, and I had the best time! Good company, good music, good food. It just doesn’t get any better.
Bill’s guitar at Pace Bend Park on Lake Travis
This is my first photo edited in Lightroom. I signed up for a photography class that starts in January and using Lightroom is one of the requirements. I watched a few tutorials and chose a photo to work on. Might as well get started, right?
Here is the original photo, one I would never choose to post.
A very grey day with grey-looking water in the background.
Before today, the only editing I’ve done on any photo is to crop it, change it to black and white, or downsize it. Looks as if that is going to change. I am looking forward to learning how to be a better photographer and how to edit photos.
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
As Soon As Possible
Ah, true love: snuggling by the fire, cozy coffee mornings, decorating the Christmas tree while snowflakes fell softly. That’s what Shirley thought she signed on for.
Her first winter on the farm exposed the frailness of her white wonderland fantasies. But it was Steve’s home and where he was, she wanted to be.
Except Steve wasn’t here anymore. He up and died during that storm, leaving her trying to survive, alone, in this hostile environment.
One thing Shirley knew for sure: if this storm didn’t kill her as well, she and the ponies were heading south as soon as possible.
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This is my 125th Friday Fictioneer story. To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
Turns out the weather does change in a very short time. When we started our hike, no storm clouds were in sight. We were lucky and finished the hike before it rained.
At Commons Ford Ranch Metropolitan Park
Falling Leaves
The forest isn’t silent, not really
Falling leaves twist in the wind
Crinkling as they descend
Their echoes bouncing from branch to branch
In a secret language of changing seasons, color
The pine needle floor fades my footfalls to
A whisper of a memory as the path behind disappears
In the diminishing sunlight
I understand how one gets lost in the forest
I know why one so chooses
It's a long story ... 