In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ornate.”
A brilliant article on the state of the Universe or something, which I had in mind to offer today, has been interfered with slightly. In quick succession, the light in my study gave a loud pop and then up completely (there must be a short answer to that) after which a free-standing clothes rail became ‘captive lying’ by collapsing beyond redemption. It serves to hold about ten tons of clothing until the move into main house occurs, so it is a necessary evil. I now have it propped up and tied against a linen cupboard door which will have to remain permanently open until the clothes are transplanted.
My phone camera has joined my printer in refusing to speak to the computer. They must have been insulted by it in some way. So, no new piccies of the gala the grandkids swam in on Saturday, both doing well.
Anyway, instead, I thought I’d pop in two more ‘ornate’ egg samples.
Our Moses Mabhida soccer place
Of flower basket shows a trace,
No others to it hold a candle –
Designer wasn’t off his handle?
In Crowhurst Manor, here in Kloof,
You see strange things beneath the roof,
Over the top the artist went
In setting out his testament.
© Colonialist (WordPress) November 2015