Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge – 3/25/18

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge – 3/25/18

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This week’s photos were taken at a local cemetery and show some interesting grave site decorations.

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding


Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding




The Last Newsstand

The Last Newsstand


Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Al Forbes (A Mixed Bag) for providing this week’s challenging photo.



Photo Credit: Al Forbes

Sell any papers today, old man?

Nah… who buys newspapers anymore? The only thing they are good for is lining a bird cage.

As the boys took their jabs at Joe, owner of the last newsstand, he knew they were right. Print news was a modern-day dinosaur. Facebook delivered news faster and Twitter didn’t waste time with too many words. Joe represented a past they no longer cared to remember: a time when news was delivered on your doorstep, not your iPhone; when reporters investigated first instead of apologizing later.

Joe never gave up hope, however. One day, the readers would return. Until then, let the boys have their fun.

The jangle of cell phones interrupted today’s game.

“Another school shooting!”

“Says here, the shooter was ISIS!”

“No, they were Russians!”

Joe noticed one of the boys with a furrowed brow holding back.

This is it, thought Joe.

“Hey man, give me one of those newspapers.”

“It’s not going to tell you anything about that school shooting,” said Joe. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow’s edition.”

“That’s OK. Maybe by then they will have the story straight.”

The Revolution had begun.



CB&W Photo Challenge – March 22, 2018

CB&W Photo Challenge – March 22, 2018

badgeThis week’s theme is ‘Facial Features’, either human or animal. I took a few liberties as you will see with the final photos. One thing this challenge showed me is that I don’t take many photos of people, and that is really too bad as people are what make photographs come alive. Worse than that, I rarely have my own photo taken. The one below is one of those rare moments (taken without my knowledge). We were in Cozumel, on a beach and I was having the time of my life as waves washed over my feet and legs.

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Fun at the beach

Every year, my son composes his annual digital Christmas card that he sends to all his friends. Every year has a different sort of theme. This was his nerdy 70’s look.

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My Son Danny

Animals often tell us a lot with their facial expressions.  This is a Capuchin monkey. I chose this one because of the eyes. To me, the look old and wise, but also innocent and trusting

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Capuchin monkey

I couldn’t not include my cat Mickey, who decided to leave home one day. This is my favorite photo of him. I love the expression in his eyes.

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This is a stone angel that I photographed in a local cemetery with a prayerful look on her face.

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Cemetery angel

Lastly, the Selena Memorial in Corpus Christi Texas

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Selena Memorial


I hope you enjoyed my photos. Feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think. ~~~Susancropped-susan


Choose Wisely

Choose Wisely

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Björn Rudberg for this week’s prompt.

Looking back, all the signs were there; the last-minute cancellations and unanswered phone calls. The hint of lavender on his collar after working late.

After discovering the truth, I knew I must step carefully, and choose my path wisely.

There is an old proverb, opportunity knocks only once. 

The news his car swerved off a mountain road left us in shock. How could such a good driver lose control?

At his funeral, I held his mother’s hand and cried.

Inside I smirked with the realization that I chose well when I picked auto-mechanics as an elective in high school.

CB&W Photo Challenge – Bikes of all Kinds

CB&W Photo Challenge – Bikes of all Kinds

Almost too late for this Cee’s Black and White Challenge for March 15th, but not quite 🙂 Here are my entries for the theme ‘Bikes of Any Kind’. I hope you enjoy these. Let me know if you do.

Bicycle Art (Victoria British Columbia)

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From Sturgis Motorcycle Rally

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Photo Credit Susan Spaulding


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Not the best photo but I have always liked it (very colorful when not B/W)

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Pedi-cab in Victoria BC

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Speed Date

Speed Date

Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Al Forbes (A Mixed Bag) for providing this week’s challenging photo.

This story is a sequel to another one of my stories, called  First Date

Wyatt’s fingers clicked the toggle switch on his Fidget Cube. After his fiasco date with Deb, Wyatt held little hope this one would be better.

“Don’t think of it as one date,” his friend Eric told him. “More like 20 dates for six minutes each. Even you can handle that.”

A lot could go wrong in six minutes, thought Wyatt. He was a nerd, destined to be alone the rest of his life.

Wyatt had almost convinced himself to leave when the first bell rang. A svelte redhead sat across from him, flashing a perfect white toothy smile. Red struck the first blow.

“Do you like movies, Wyatt?”

Visions of his first-and-only date with Deb flashed through his head. All Wyatt could muster up was a meek ‘Uh-huh.’

‘Have you ever seen the 40-Year-old Virgin? That movie is hilarious.”

Wyatt slinked into his chair, certain this was a personal jab.

The Mummy is my favorite Karloff movie,” confessed Wyatt.

Red looked confused. “I thought the director was Kurtzman. No matter, Tom Cruise is awesome, don’t you think?”

When the bell rang, Wyatt slipped out the back door. Being single might not be so bad after all.

Cabin Fever (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Cabin Fever (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Photo Credit Jade Wong

 Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Jade Wong  for providing this week’s challenging photo.

“Oh! the weather outside is frightful, but inside, it’s so delightful.”

Wendy’s elevated mood echoed throughout the cabin.

“Stop with the racket already,” her husband Jack growled. “It’s April, not December and this freaking snowstorm is ruining all my plans.”

The trip to the cabin had been a surprise from Jack to Wendy. The snowstorm, however, surprised them both.

‘Ah honey, it’s not so bad. We could go outside and make a snow man. Or maybe stay inside and snuggle.” Wendy’s body seductively inched toward Jack, whose own rigid body resisted.

When neither the snow nor Jack’s foul mood relented, Wendy suggested they go home. But Jack refused.

“I’m not letting this storm ruin my plans.”

After four days, the roads were impassible. Wendy and Jack were trapped.

“What is your plan now, Jack?” Wendy scoffed.

After the storm lifted, a Ranger stopped at the cabin to check on the occupants. He found the cabin empty. Figuring the couple had left, he drove away. The ranger never saw the tracks leading into the woods. If he had, he would have found Wendy’s bloody body laying in the clearing, and noticed the crazed man covered in snow sitting under a tree.


Stephen King fans may recognize Jack and Wendy as characters from The Shining. I admit, I leaned on that story quite a bit. The thought of a snowman when spring is just around the corner did nothing to elevate my writing mood. I have had too many warm days lately to embrace another day of cold.

Whatever Jack had planned, it didn’t include a snowman.



American Dream (Friday Fictioneers)

American Dream (Friday Fictioneers)

Friday Fictioneer is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and J.Hardy Carroll for this week’s prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 ‘So, your Dad was a boxer?’ Mark turned to see Cecilia wiping away a tear.

‘Nah, he never boxed. Said he was too slow. But he loved the sport. Mantequilla was his idol.”

Across the street stood the old building owned by her father. It was his American dream-come-true. Then ICE came, banishing him from his home of 30 years.

‘Do you think you will be able to carry on his legacy? What do you know about running a business?”

Cecilia squeezed her husband Mark’s hand.

“I know enough,” said Cecilia. “I am my father’s daughter.”