Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: The Color Yellow

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This week Cee’s challenge is the color Yeller!

Check out some other amarillo posts at:

http://ceenphotography.com/2014/09/30/cees-fun-foto-challenge-the-color-yellow/

Here are my stabs at the sunshiny color!

Autumn yellow with just a hint of orange mixed in for effect.

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The Pancake Boat, Wormerveer

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Spring Begins Soon

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Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge; Week 30

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To see other odd photos go to:

http://ceenphotography.com/2014/09/21/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-week-29-2/

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This photo was taken on the street wheremy sister lived, boetenmaakestraat (or something close to that). Apparently the city comes in every few years and slices the sycamores back to these little “who-tree” shapes. The people of the city are very happy because then the magpies are discouraged from roosting and doing their duty all over the cars. It looks weird but beats a daily car wash.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Endurance

This post was created to answer the Daily Posts Weekly Photo Challenge: ENDURANCE

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/endurance/

 

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“If you’re serious about sanctification, you can expect to experience heart-wrenching moments that try your faith, your endurance, and your patience.”
Sheri L. Dew, If Life Were Easy, It Wouldn’t Be Hard: And Other Reassuring Truths

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Friday Fictioneers: Grandmother’s Promise

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It has been a while since I participated in Friday Fictioneers. Time has not allowed me the pleasure but this photo stirred something deep inside me that just had to come out.

GRANDMOTHER’S PROMISE

by JE Lillie

Alliara passed in grandmother’s arms. Liquid rage followed the creases of the old woman’s face carrying the promise  made down to the ocean of her heart.

Grandmother’s  loyalty had been beaten away with each stroke to Alliara’s body. The elders had been deaf to every plea for mercy. Now grandmother was deaf to any reason  for living.

She marched solemnly across the salt flats torch in hand. She came to the edge of the final rise, lit the torch and held it aloft signaling the tribe’s location to their enemy.

“Kill them all.” Grandmother softly prayed.

 

Check out stories from other author’s perspectives on this photo by going to:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/17/19-september-2014/