Alias Jinksy

The artist featured by Tess on her Mag 131 had a name unusual enough to make me want to know more, and what I found HERE set me thinking...

   Part the First Fluted shell contains the true spark of all life. Safe haven of encircling arm guards its fate.    Part the S...

Detail from a painting by John Singer Sargent A goblet graces the table; fresh flowers add perfume sweeter than the fragrant wine which ...

 After a frustrating morning when email problems caused hassles I would rather forget, I happened to see that Theme Thursday had the word...

Here are one hundred and forty telling characters for Grandma's Goulash:- Today, this picture made me ponder, people. I know th...

Mr Bond beside the Queen in a copter?  What a scene! British humour at its best is always better than the rest, never mind ‘who gets wh...

Energy, seeking direction, falls to earth from heaven. Will mankind harness power for the good of all? Thanks to Tess and her Mag 127 ...

Summer heat swirls round field and hill; contours burn. Siesta holds an arid land in stasis. Words and picture inspired by Tess and Thom...

The heart of the Diva with the ruby earring would sing long after she had left the stage. Her audience, feeling bereft, demand...

An avalanche shroud; protruding from frozen ground, frost blackened fingers. Mag 123 gave us a black and white image full of menace...

This is my version of an imaginary person. I will call her Jinx. The name stinks, for it reeks of pranks - the kind folks murmur ...

If life were a film, our mistakes could be out-takes. Bloopers?   Cut! What a mutt! Did I fall into the trap of meeting the wrong cha...

  For all my Blogpals, everywhere, a little thought that was inspired by Tess and her prompt picture by Jean François de Le Motte, at  M...

In realms of myth and fantasy the Green Man has survived. From far away as pagan times I think he's lived and thrived within the min...

A blind, half pulled down, curtains,  half drawn, maintain privacy but let outsiders see the light which, by night, stems lunacy. For ...

Their nerves have been conquered, the battle is won; two barefoot artistes are finally done. Now, these high-wire acrobats bow to the cr...

In 1079, William the Conqueror designated the New Forest, in Hampshire, as a royal forest and hunting ground., and you can read more about i...

Like steam from the soup bowl, their anticipation had risen at the approach of meal time. But they were left hungry; one bowl between many...

I have a blind spot. It's not the usual kind that you might find anywhere.. But there, where my seeing fails, wind taken fro...

Molten gold burnishes tree tops, old day dies. Inspired by Mag #116, where Tess chose an original image by  R. A. D. Stainforth. An...