My Saturday in Six Words:
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SUMMER SPIRIT RETURNS ONE MORE TIME
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Month: September 2013
Travel theme: Relaxing
Relax, and breathe, Ailsa says. What a splendid advice. She managed to take my mind off a student I had to deal with this very evening through phone and e-mail. And I got worked up pretty bad. So thank you very much, dear, for ‘forcing’ me into the relaxing work of finding relaxing photos.
Here’s what I came up with:
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A herd of elephant seals, taking it easy in the sun
The famous barber of Seligman, Angel Delgadillo, of Route 66. He makes his clients relax and surrender to his excellent shaving care.
Have a relaxing weekend!
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Six Word Story Challenge: Youth
A lighter subject this time! 🙂 Plus a couple of quotes for inspiration:
Youth is wasted on the young.
– George Bernard ShawYouth is easily deceived because it is quick to hope.
– AristotleForty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
– Victor HugoYouth is when you’re allowed to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. Middle age is when you’re forced to.
– Bill VaughanWhat Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
– Robert BrowningIn youth we run into difficulties. In old age difficulties run into us.
– Beverly Sills
Youth is the time of life when one is young, but often means the time between childhood and adulthood (maturity). Definitions of the specific age range that constitutes youth vary. An individual’s actual maturity may not correspond to their chronological age, as immature individuals can exist at all ages. Youth is also defined as the appearance, freshness, vigor, spirit, etc., characteristic of one who is young.
The challenge for you:
Write a story about YOUTH in just six words. Let a photo or image inspire you to write a story. Or first write the story, and then make or search for a picture to go with it.
Here’s a Six Word Story by Ernest Hemingway.
Such an impact and unseen images in only six words…
Publish your Six Word Story on your own website/blog and paste the link to that post in a comment to this one here at Figments. I will include your contribution in this post, forming a list of stories.
Will you join me? Will you? Say you do. 🙂 And share the challenge news!
I look forward to your stories.
Marion
READ THE STORIES ABOUT YOUTH OF:
- Marian Allen: Ready for my second childhood. Wheeee!
- Colonialist’s Blog: Six Word Story Challenge: Youth
- Hugmamma: six word story challenge: youth
- Figments of a DuTchess: 6WSC: Youth
Who’s next? 
I will post a new Six Word Story Challenge every other week on Wednesday – so the next one on October 9. Doe je liever mee in het Nederlands, ga dan naar Verbeeld een Verhaal in Zes Woorden: Jeugd.
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Older stories:
130226 – Poverty
130313 – Spring
130327 – Writing
130410 – Light
130424 – Music
130515 – Transport
130529 – Pets
130612 – Regret
130616 – Inspiration
130703 – Commercials
130814 – Vacation
130829 – Memory
130911 – Terrorism
S(h)unday Stills: Creepy Things
I’m sorry, I don’t want to upset anyone with this photo, but it is what immediately came to mind when reading about this challenge.
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Actually she’s not creepy at all, the poor girl is only mummified. Next to her is a little boy. I found these two in a museum in Lisbon, Portugal.
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Change of the Season
Images speak without words. And here, at Figments, you see lots of them. But every now and then some words are needed to release the flow that is bottled up inside. A flow that is constantly changing, learning and growing. This flow is called life, and each day our lives are altered by the choices we make, the people we meet. My life is enriched by you all, my friends. Thank you so much.
And now autumn of 2013 has arrived. A season of ripeness and harvesting. We can look back at a glorious summer and have to get ready for winter. And I need to wish you all a blessed Fall in abundance. A time to get together with your loved ones. When sun shines on warmest colors, mornings in crispy coldness and yes, also storms and rain. In stead of avoiding it, step out and feel that rain. Let it gently caress your face and wash you clean; dance with head uplifted.
Each season has a special charm and in the autumn of my life, I treasure, respect and say thanks for all that is given me. Even rain showers. 😉
How about you? Are you affected by the changing of the seasons? By the summer that has gone by or the spring that is about to begin on the other side of this planet? Please share.
Desire
Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge: Desire
Longing, felt fully, carries us to belonging.
– Tara Brach
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This is one nice chickie!
Come on, babe, give us a hug.
Wanna play?
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Autumn colors
My Saturday in Six Words:
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NEW SEASON, NEW HAIRCUT, NEW COLOR.
Well, it’s the old color, but applied anew in highlights (blond) and lowlights (brown). No one sees it but me, I spent hours in the hairdresser’s chair and I had to pay eighty euros to walk out without being arrested. Still it always feels good.
Have a Happy Fall weekend. Stay upright!
PS I’m glad you don’t know how many photos I had to make (and delete) before I was at least a bit content 😛
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Weekly Photo Challenge: From Lines to Patterns
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Travel Theme: Through
What? Another load of lazy tourists? Forget it, carry them yourself, we are so THROUGH with this!
Walking through the ages…
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