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Driving Lesson

2/25/2017

Learning to drive should be an exciting time. That is unless the instructor is your brother and the vehicle is a standard, four on the floor model.

“You need to slow down on this hill.”
“How do I do that?”
“Foot off the gas.”
“Then what?”
“Foot on the clutch and gear down.”
“The what?”
“Clutch!”
“Where is it?”
“On the floor! Beside the brake!”
“Brake?”
“NO. CLUTCH!”
“Choke?”
“CLUUUTTTCCHHH!”
“We stopped.”
“NO, YOU STALLED IT!”

Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

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Conquer

2/19/2017

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The Chipmunk pondered how to conquer the need and want of the tasty seed pod morsels. It didn't take long for the plan to formulate. The rock, became the portal of success.

Climb to the top
Ever searching
Need for success
Masks the fear
Try is imbedded
Blindly we go
Clearing barriers
Feeling the thrill
Daring the mind
Ignoring the soul
Reaching the edge
Elation is short
Another abyss
Always a test
Fear to succeed
Looms in shadows
Conquer we must
The distance between

Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

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Turd!

2/12/2017

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Looking like a turd and being one are two very distinct personalities. Knowing the difference and acting accordingly is what makes people rise above.

It’s my volunteer day with the equine therapy group. What’s he doing here, and with that bit of red-headed fluff on his arm with the hankie over her nose? No comparison man! I might look like that pile of turds on the grass, but she’ll never hold a candle to me.

Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

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The Juice Pigeon

2/5/2017

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Four completely, unrelated words thrown out to test the imagination and create a piece that encompasses them all. Interesting where the mind takes you when words like time, stack, juice and pigeon are required as part of the 52 word completed work.

Not everyone welcomed the new drinking establishment on the street. Thought it wouldn’t stack up. What did the young ones know? It was time to see some tradition coming back to the neighbourhood. The funky name was a ruse. The Juice Pigeon Pub had become the hot spot for the old timers.

Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

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Driving Lesson

Conquer

Turd!

The Juice Pigeon

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