waiting for his cue

waiting for his cue

lunar orbit

moon landing

on the mirror of the pond

with a frog just beside

for the

One giant leap for mankind

About garth

I'm an indie author ardently writing fiction and you’ll notice a leaning towards Egypt. The book in the cooker right now is called The River Through. Hatsepsut features strong as an ancient enigma bringing her people back to pure after a sullying occupation by the Hyksos. I like these desert ancestors who dragged great chunks of stone for miles to build runways for god. Religion was a major preoccupation always. Magic was mixed in, sometimes called miracles. Christian and Hebrew testaments carried it over. Egyptians weren’t bothered with a history list based on sequential record keeping so there are numerous and bewildering gaps. A definite plus for the fiction writer. (Colouring in the spaces.) Bio: I am very tall and many people call me a freak (and laugh) so a slight chip on the shoulder but thick skinned - not impervious. Lots of short people out there who aren’t pleased to be little too. Given the choice, I’d keep length. Upbringing I am thankful because, during my life I have found many people who weren't so blessed so thanks mum and dad for pulling me out of the lucky dip. Two sisters and a brother, all of them cleverer than me or so they think. A wife who loves me - thanks Gill xxxx Two daughters, a yoga teacher and a nurse who don't quite hate me but we are moving in that direction as I tread heavier with advice. Lovely grandchildren who will develop into super beings if they maintain the current progress. A cat called Squeezely who has finally learned to evacuate his bowels outside. Buster the darling dog with a sensitive way and an over-exuberance for affection but we all let him take us down for licking. He's big. Occupation: Education first: Good military school that chased out the bad in me I can tell you. No-one put a polish on a boot better but it was enjoyable in retrospect. Not at the time though. Art college next and enlightenment - the world was a better place afterwards. Self employed antique furniture and restoration - very enjoyable and fulfilling but not overflowing financially. We did okay and we prospered.
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5 Responses to Plop

  1. Colette B says:

    That’s very interesting too – and is that a toad, rather than a frog? – perhaps i’m being pictorially pedantic, or vice versa… maybe a toad is less green and more neutral – I’ve only usually seen toads in the dark, which makes seeing their colouring slightly orange filtered by street-lighting effect – that’s a fantastic photo whichever amphibious family he/she belongs to 🙂

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    • garth says:

      I think I got a South American toad/frog and I liked him because he looked like he was waiting for his cue to leap. I have toads in my garden and they are warty and big, preferring dry land most of the time. I got the photo in pixabay 🙂

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  2. Neil Bonnaud says:

    Are you doing furniture restoration? Do you have a phone number that works?


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