Weekly Photo Challenge: Refraction
The theme for this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge is ‘Refraction’. Over at the Daily Post, Kevin asks: ‘For this photo challenge, show us what “refraction” means to you. It could be an image taken in a...
View ArticleWeekly Photo Challenge: Converge
Lines and shadows, every pastel-painted wooden hut evenly spaced, all converge as they blend away into the distance. Beach Huts and Shadows A convergence of beach huts & shadows at Budleigh...
View ArticleA Blue Coat For Christmas: Gone, But Not Forgotten
One Christmas morning while staying with my dad and his new wife, I couldn’t believe my eyes as I tore open the wrapping paper. There it was, my heart’s desire, the most wonderful gift I could ever...
View ArticleOf Angels, Christmas Tree Festivals And A Flash Fiction
Every year for one week in December, Cheap Street Church in the quaint English market town of Sherborne, Dorset, holds a Christmas Tree Festival. Each tree is decorated by a charity or local club. This...
View ArticleWhat Lies In The Shadows
Has the world gone completely mad? Bombarded with what seems like a constant drip-feed of violence, terror, and fear in the news, I was surprised to come across an article about two sets of...
View ArticleSweet Serenity
A new day opens like a blue-front door and a deep-blue sea of escape beckons. Whispering through the sharp grass; brushing past the blasted sand; this light hour lifts you out of your dark slumber and...
View ArticleVirginia Woolf’s Round House and Lewes Priory
Some of you may remember my enthusiasm for the delightful English town of Lewes in Sussex as shared in my posts Historical Lewes and A Walk In Lewes. For those of you who love all things Tudor, you...
View ArticleFeeling Good
A second chance. A new dawn. A new day. Bee & lavender, Summer Time in Somerset(c) Sherri Matthews This is the prompt for Charli’s flash fiction challenge in 99 words, no more, no less (with the...
View ArticleWalls, True Confessions and Last of the B/W Challenge
The first house I lived in had a beautiful, brick wall running along one side of the back garden, and I have wanted a garden wall of my own ever since. The story of Peter Rabbit’s narrow escape from Mr...
View ArticleEphemeral: Longleat Safari Park
Transitory; brief; momentary; passing; cursory; short-lived; fleeting; temporary. All meanings behind the word ‘Ephemeral’. I think of all those times when I’ve attempted to photograph creatures great...
View ArticleFive Photos, Five Stories Challenge Day Three: School Symbol
When I left California in 2003, I couldn’t have known that it would be a decade before I would return. It was bittersweet to say the least, walking down memory lane two years ago with my dear friend,...
View ArticleJewel Of A Surprise – 99 Word Flash Fiction
What moves one person may not move the other. It’s all about perspective. This week for the Flash Fiction prompt over at Carrot Ranch, Charli ask us this: ‘In 99 words (no more, no less) write a...
View ArticleChasing The Finish Line
Those of you who read my blog regularly know that my laptop – sent off for repair – ended up missing somewhere in the Czech Republic. Well, I never did get it back. I eventually heard from the...
View ArticleHomecoming Queen: 99 Word Flash Fiction
When I first joined Facebook, I left the question about ‘hometown’ blank. To me, your hometown is the place where you are born and grow up and return to decades later for heartwarming family reunions...
View ArticleIn Which The Story Changes
I found the words one day as I walked. Coastal path Devon Coastline, England(c) Sherri Matthews 2015 These words: ‘Stranger In A White Dress.’ The title of my memoir. Which Way?(c) Sherri Matthews...
View ArticleA Trio of Cubs, A Telephone Box And The Love Of Reading
For bloggers with cameras, photo opportunities turn up in surprising places, with thoughts of friends never far away. On Sunday, I took a bracing walk around the grounds of the majestic country home...
View ArticleAn Italian Journey: Writing And Healing
September arrived and with it, any thoughts of writing vanished. My birthday; a long-awaited holiday. Both beckoned. But somewhere in the space between early spring and autumn’s first flush,...
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