Good Saturday evening, folks. Hope yours is a beautiful as mine is. It’s the type of night where you should walk hand in hand with a loved one, chatting about everything and nothing, enjoying the warm and muggy night – at least until the skeeters come out and ruin everything! I was gonna go the library route till I found this spectacular photo. It had to be used… Thank you Karen and Josh for hosting!
This week Pegman takes us to Baltimore, Maryland. Feel free to visit the library at the Peabody Institute of Johns Hopkins University (above), or cruise around Baltimore and find your own street view or photo sphere for inspiration.
Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by this week’s location. Once your piece is polished, share it with fellow contributors using the link up below. If you don’t have a blog but still want to share your work, feel free to post it in the comments below.
New Palette
She should have gone home hours ago. It wasn’t like she was being productive, anyway. Her friends had invited her to go out with them, insisting they had missed her, but in reality, only hungry for details. Details she wasn’t ready to share just yet, if ever. She was still vibrating with the feelings he had aroused in her, warming her flesh and causing it to shiver at the same time. No, these were hers to savour. Her friends would have to wait.
Her gaze was drawn to the city and bay below, marvelling at how the daylight was being swallowed by the cobalt of night, the amber glow of the city centre lights spreading like lava over the streets. The water, a shade of azure only seen at night, was decorated with the multi-coloured reflections illuminating the docks.
Baltimore had never looked so beautiful. Love did colour one’s perception.
Dear Dale,
How sweet and romantic. I love warming her flesh and causing her to shiver…very nice. Evocative and colourful. 😉 Well done. Almost poetry. 😉 ❤
Shalom,
Rocghelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thank you. I was trying to be more descriptive and poetic so you have encouraged me vastly!
Losta love,
Dale
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Rochelle, I’m glad you too sometimes misspell your own name. It makes me feel better. Alicai
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Ha ha ha !!!
Dake
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Q,
The struggle, real as it is . . produces this kind of beauty right here.
“the daylight was being swallowed by the cobalt of night, the amber glow of the city centre lights spreading like lava over the streets”
That line made my eyes water and it brought a smile to my face. That clench of words that brings me, the reader, into the story and offers up an embrace. There is nothing like it.
Beautiful imagery Q. I love your struggles . . .
Peace and love
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B,
You have no idea just what that means to me.
This type of writing, of imagery is your forté, not mine. But I really wanted to try and put it out there and hope it came out a fraction as well as yours do.
Now I’m all in a tizzy…
Lotsa love,
Dale
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You should be proud as hell. You should be determined to get after it again, because it’s there and it will be.
Brava!!!
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Blushing with pleasure… you do know how much I admire your talent, so I do thank you.
😊
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Well, you know how much I appreciate your passion and zest, your spirit. It’s a contagious quality . . and I thank YOU
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Felt every shiver of it; revived memories of those days when everything perceived is perceived in glorious technicolour under-washed with soft living pastels.
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Thank you so much, Crispina!
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I did try to equal your romance of it. But I don’t do romance. 🙂
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You did very well (and it ain’t my forté either…)
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I was smiling while I wrote that. I am currently working on Asaric Tales Book Three, on what is possibly the only ‘romantic’ scene in the entire five books! No, it’s not my forte.
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Glad you were…
I’m not a descriptive writer as many I admire. I was afraid to come off as fake…
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Not at all. It tweaked at the emotions we lucky ones hold in memory (and doubtless the less lucky wished they might one day know). Oh dear, here I go again. Must hurry up and finish this scene!
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So very glad it did…
Now git! 😉
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Romance is in the air 😍😍
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Think so? You may be right…😘
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The tone is so dreamy, that dreamy soul all poets share. I love this. Plain and simple.
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Thank you so much, Kelvin… trying to express more poetically,so to speak…
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You have the heart of a poet, don’t ya know it. 😎
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I’m thinking it was hidden. Deep!
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The deeper the burial, the sweeter the song.
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😘
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This is a sweet story. Well done.
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Thank you, Josh… my mushy side 😉
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Your imagery for the colors of the water in the bay sparks my imagination. To me your words are more lovely than the picture. You create your images with restraint. Nothing too flowery. Good work!!
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Thank you so much, Ina! I so doubted myself writing this.
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What a confection! The voice is great, the imagery divine, the sentiment sweet.
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How sweet are you?
Thank you, Karen.
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There’s a great sense of the deliciousness of new love and the way it makes us feel and see the world Dale.
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Wow. Thank you, Andrea. From one whom I consider quite the mistress of imagery…
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Ho ho….. steady girl! You really do seem to have had a great Saturday night 🙂
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Hah! Wait till I get home on Thursday…
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Now you scare me!!! 😉
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Haha!
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Beautifully written Dale, love the fusion of the city’s beauty and the vibrancy of attraction. Perfect last line. Well done.
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Thank you so much, Francine.
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Beautiful picture, gracefully painted. I liked her putting off her nosy friends to luxuriate in the moment.
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Thank you (I chose well😉)
And yes, they can wait…
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You’ve written some super description in this piece, that enhances its emotional impact. Your narrator is a good consistent character, usually driven by a need to be productive, assertive enough to put off her friends, and sensitive to love and beauty. And I love the title you chose.
Nice writing, Dale.
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Thank you, Penny. So appreciative of your wonderful comment.
And, I have to give credit where it is due. I didn’t like my choices for title and Rochelle came through 😉
Again, thank you.
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🙂
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You captured this scene beautifully. All the colors in the sky and water and the reflections and …. that feeling of new love. Kudos.
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Thank you so much, Alicia. So very glad you enjoyed.
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You did a spectacular job with your descriptions although you “claim” it’s not your forte. I overdo describing scenes because I love the details and always request more description from my writing group people. “In the kitchen” doesn’t work for me. Let me “see” it ~ ugly wallpaper and all. Kudos, once again.
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Thank you, kind lady. Seriously, I had to work my butt off and it did not come naturally!
But I’m working on it 😉
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Bother, I missed this one! Having said that I know nothing about Baltimore really so I saved my blushes!!
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😊
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