Photos with Captions to Make You Smile & Think

I’m writing this on my back deck, bundled in a hoodie, too stubborn to admit that summer’s slipping away into fall. But hey, a bit of harmless denial can be fun. Right?

I just realized that my last post with this title was on June 30, so maybe it’s time to digitally lob a few more of these pics your way.

Hey, why should Mr. Wile E. Coyote have all the fun?

It takes guts to throw your work out there.

Yes, I’ve been told that it works with laptops too. Desk top computers, not so much. Sooo much fun for those of us on a budget!

I think the book may have been this tree’s relative.

Adventures on My Trail Cam, Part Three

Well, it’s the dawn of a new week, and the end of my vacation. I’ve been ‘off grid’ for the past week, camping in the beautiful, Bon Echo Provincial Park. While I was out having a great time with family and friends, my trail cams were hard at work, picking up some of the curious denizens of my ‘back forty’.

For those of you who’ve yet to see the first two posts, you can click on these links: Adventures on My Trail Cam, part One and Adventures on My Trail Cam, Part Two

There’s more videos than shown here, but these are what I believe, to be some of the best.

Caleb just wants to say “Hello”, to the newest tree dweller and perhaps invite it to dinner. Notice how he sniffs around for just the right herbs to go with his guest. Hmmm . . . the entire woods seems to be out of rosemary.

Failing to find any spices to go with the tree hugging, one-eyed ‘thing-a-ma-jiggy’, Caleb decides to head to the creek for a round with the boys.

Having just read George Orwell’s, 1984, Betty decides to cover the camera. She soon realizes that opposable thumbs are an asset and gives up.

Shunning the paranoia of “Bookworm Betty”, Fabiana takes the spotlight for her chance at fame.

Less than pleased that her debut vid has acquired only one like (her mom), Fabiana decides to upgrade the SEO’s of her site. Again, those opposable thumbs . 😦

Photos With Captions, To Make You Smile and Think

It’s day one after a long weekend, up here in Canada. Yesterday we celebrated Queen Victoria’s Birthday, but most people call it the May 2-4 weekend. Hmmm . . . funny how beer also comes in cases of twenty-four. 🙂

Here are you’re ‘once-in-awhile’ photos with captions. Have a great day!

Flash Fiction Photo Prompt For Kreative Kue

Happy day-before-Friday. Sun’s shining here once again, and the grass begs for a cut. It can wait. Well, at least until I finish posting here. Today I’ve decided to participate in author Keith Edgar Channing’s “Kreative Kue” Please follow the link to Keith’s fantastic blog.

Here is the photo prompt:

My Take:

“So, Mr. Wrightbottom, can you tell us about the endangered Snufflepotomaus bird that inhabits this area?”

“Actually, that’s Snufflepotomaas, but I’ll forgive your ignorance. I’ll do better. I show one to you.”

“Really?”

“Observe.”

“Um, are those M&M’s you’re pulling out of your bag?”

“My what? You mean my satchel? And ‘duh’ . . . I mean of course these are. Watch and learn. Look towards the long grass, near the base of that larger tree.”

“Okay! I mean, Larry, turn the camera that way.”

“Nyuk! Nyuk! Gobble! Gobble!”

“Oh . . . okay, and what is that move you’re doing? What does bobbing your head and sticking out your tongue do?”

“I’ ‘aw’ ‘in’ in’.”

“Ummm . . . it draws them in?”

“’uh, ‘uh.”

“You’re nodding, so I guess that’s a ‘yes’.”

“Nyuk! Ny—”

“Mr. Wrightbottom, what exactly is going on he—”

“Hey! We told you yesterday to stay out of here! This time I’m gonna’ call the cops! Flattening the ground keeper’s tires in his driveway, and then stealing his clothes from the locker! You’re going to jail, buddy!”

“What the **** is going on here!”

“Psst! Dave, we’re still on the air.”

“Oh ****! I mean, keep rolling! This boring gig just got a whole lot more exciting! Who knew the crazy guy could run! Did he just . . . aghh! Could have gone all day without seeing that!”  

“I hear you Dave, in all my years I’d never thought I’d watch a naked man being chased across a golf course, while dropping M&M’s from his bag.”

“It’s a satchel! And who’re you calling crazy!”

“Apparently he can hear well, too.”

“Okay, I guess that’s a wrap, or unwrap. Larry, you want to go for a beer?”

“Yup, or two.”

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #43. By Mark Bierman @mbiermanauthor #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Happy Friday! The long weekend is here, yay! Here is my take on talented Author Suzanne Burkes’ weekly Fiction In a Flash Challenge.  Authors are invited to write a short story about the photo shown. Please click on the above link to go to her blog site. Thank you so much, Suzanne for hosting this regular challenge!

Photo prompt:

“Captain BriIlaagisetogainalihandet! They’re closing in on us!”

“Argh! Landlubber knave! How many times do I hafta’ tell ye, not to call me by that name! It’s hyphnatted now!”

“What?”

“Shortened! Like yer life, if ya’ call me that agin! It’s Bilgerat that I goes by, on these seas.”

“Um, right, of course. Meant no offense, sir . . .  ah, Captain Bilge rat . . . er, I mean Bilgerat. It’s just that, well, do you think it was wise to steal the light house keeper’s secret recipe, for peanut butter brittle? He’s set the Royal Navy on us, and—”

 “Ye be a quakin’ in yer booties, I see. Got nary a stomak fer the high stakes game of the buccaneer!”

“Ah, sorry, I’m a bit new at this. Oh hi, by the way, my name’s Rick. My first time working on a pirate ship, and all. We haven’t met, but I know—”

“Pirate! Ne’er use that word on this ship agin, or you’ll be shark chum! Got it! It’s not jus’ fer my sake, but yur’s too. Ya’ know, a man can’t do this fer’ever and some day ye’ll be walkin’ off into the reel world. Git yerself a wench an’ settle down, have a coupl’a kids an’ then you’ll be needin’ a job. ‘Magine puttin’ pirate on the resume! Argh! Best to put buccaneer, sounds best.”

“Um, Okay. Actually, speaking of shark chum, are you quite finished with dragging Bertrand behind the ship. I mean, it’s been a day since he broke into your stash of chocolate coins. You know, the ones you thought were real, until they melted in the sun.”

“Bah! I knew they’re choc’late, scallywag! I did! Don’t ye be eyeballin’ me that way. Who told ya’ that lie? Argh! Ne’er mind! Firs’ n’ fourmos’, do not be questionin’ my discipline means. Secondly, he’s floatin’ on a piece of crate from the croissants we stole from the French bakr’y. But yer right ‘bout that. He’s slowin’ us down, so best to cut ‘im loose. Take your sword, lad.”

“Wait! Bertrand makes delicious waffles, and he knows where to get the best cream and strawberries.”

“I know’ ya’ picaroon! It’s jus’ an espression! The blade is fer the ‘gulls. Keeps ‘em from getting too close an’ usin’ yer ‘noggin’ fer an outhouse!”

“Oh, yes, Master, Bilgerat. Nasty things, those birds. But before I go, I want to—”

“What? Know ‘bout if it was worth the recipe? Yay, I say! My Nanna used to make it best, and this here keeper says his is better, it’s all o’er the seven seas! See my tooth? The last one, and I’ll not be wastin’ it on brittle with the taste of sea glass. I swore an oath to dear Nanna, that I’d steal the recipe and find the truth. If it’s better, I’ll burn the recipe. No one bests Nanna!”

“Oh, you’re doing this all for your Grandmother, how swee— I mean swashbuckling, of you. But there’s one more thing.”

“Speak of it, then shutpan your mouth, an’ do as your told!”

“Well, um, how do I put this, you seem to be moderately good, sort of, at your job. You turn that large wheel thing, like a pro, but perhaps you need some brushing up on your navigational skills.”

“Ye be talkin’ yerself to the plank. Can ya’ swim?”

“Um, I don’t think that’ll be necessary, either the plank or the swim.”

“Nec’ary! I’ll tell ye’ what is that! As long as yer under these sail’s, I be tellin’ ye what’s that!”

“Okay. Fair enough, but I think someone might have a slightly different opinion.”

“An’ who might that scallywag be? I’ll send him to the Locker!”

“Oh, that would be the lighthouse keeper. You see, we did a full circle and—”

“My ship! Weigh anchors! Argh! It be too laaaatttteee!!!”