weekly photochallenge: extra extra

WE GET EXTRAS

in the garden and on the roadside berms. We notice these when out walking with a song on our lips, a trill in the heart and a warble falling from sky. Gods are in their heavens and all is right with the world—until we have to name something. Bugger.

SOME EXTRAS

have names reaching back into Anglo Saxon antiquity and that’s just how it should be. (What’s the word they give to something that describes its subject? Eponymous, or similar? I’d look it up but sometimes it’s genuinely better to travel hopefully than to arrive.)

So our first snap is known fondly by the British as Cuckoo Spit—

—although I can’t in all honesty say that we have any cuckoos in our neighbourhood. Or country, so far as I know … one of life’s little mysteries, I guess. Onwards—

—to this blobby looking but not unattractive (and quite smell-free) goop I noticed along the side of the road when I stepped off to snap some apples. An unexpected wee extra, as it were, but I have no idea what it is called or even who invented it.

AND SOON AFTER, IN TOWN

having crawled out of bed (shoved by a snuggling Spouse, truth be known—it being my turn to wet the tea (hers) and coffee (mine) before an early start. She wanders off to do her thing, I wandered into the park and whilst attempting to photograph some molten ice got this shot—

—of Nature’s gems at their best. (And the first psychic who waxes lyrical about all the ‘orbs’ in the photo will get glared at, very severely.)

AND ANOTHER ‘EXTRA’

I had no idea until I mis-clicked and discovered by serendo  serenddip  accident that these snaps are actually active links that will take you to a larger version of the relevant shot. Enjoy~!

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NIL DESPERANDUM

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