Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes

In a nutshell, a three-picture story is a way to help you think about storytelling with images. To create a three-picture story, gather:

  1. An establishing shot: a broad photo of your subject.
  2. A relationship: two elements interacting with one another.
  3. A detail: a close-up of one part of your subject.

Abbeypic1st Abbeypic2 Abbeypic3

This little hut once was
The entry in for the day
But now the hut is also
Another ruin on display


Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence

My Garden Gate


Come poorly souls
With minds distressed
Come to my garden
To convalesce

My garden gate
Is open to you
To find some peace
Which is over due

Come rest a while
On my garden seat
So close your eyes
And feel the heat

You can feel the
Sun honing down
To bless your face
So do not drown

See the colours
A brighter day
Floating butterflies
Are on display

The bold beginning
Blossoms unfold
An artist’s palette
All to behold

The birds do sing
Soothing and clear
Choraling for you
Tame and near

Come find solace
From troubled state
Leave the problems
At the garden gate

Photograph and Words by Medicinalmeadows


Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure

For this Challenge I was trying to think of gems I see that I class a treasure. The jewels I find in daily life.


There is something magical about the Ocean. It is the sound of the waves coming ashore, the percussion of the tide drawing back to rehearse for the crashing of the waves. There is the smell of the salty air that crisps the senses and clears thoughts like a dose of therapy for the mind.


The views are also worth their weight in gold. From orange sunset skies to days of pink and violet hues of clouds that look like a well draped necklace on the earths horizon for all that look up to admire the display.


My treasure therefore is the Sea. Its healing music, its gallery of skies and the peace and fortitude of calm.



Daily Prompt: Children’s Society

tree swing

Days of young, collecting shells
Of whistling wind and bicycle bells
Of skating down the pavement hills
Holding hands with shrieks and shrills

Of racing out to climb the trees
Remembering the summer breeze
To sing out loud the story rhymes
And always losing track of time

Long summer days, with a hundred ways
To play street games for days and days
To staying out late sharpening sticks
And brushing up on football tricks

With friends to find a new adventure
Making a go cart, the constant inventor
Of treasuring those exciting years
And remembering all those peers