It’s time for Maria to take another letter, as Tuesday is upon us again. That’s the day The Nest brushes up on the darker side of the alphabet with my Photography A to Z challenge I’ve been torturing myself with this year. And no doubt, this is one of the editions you have so been waiting for, as I finally have to tackle a letter that Noah Webster must’ve snuck into the ABC’s while he was drunk on phonics…. the letter Q! You know, that tile in Scrabble that is only useful for watching your little brother choke to death on unless you happen to draw one of the four U’s with it. Yeah, this is gonna be a blast. While I go load up some cheat codes, why don’t you take another look at the two simple rules for this contest. Brush up, because there will be a quiz later on…
- Only photos I took myself will be used.
- All photos used will have been taken without any thought given to this challenge.
Sigh…… let’s see how Qute and Qreative I can get with this….
Lovely squirrel QUILT made by one of my friends on the message board a few years ago. This was actually her second attempt to send it to me…. the first one got lost in the mail, never to be seen again.
My 52 ounce mug from QUIKTRIP, which has been refilled with thousands of fountain sodas over the years, which have added hundreds of pounds to my frame….
QUICKEN LOANS ARENA in Cleveland, Ohio… home to the NBA Cavaliers and probably the World Series of Cornholing. One of the worst corporate named sports venues out there…
I already used this photo for my K post. And now, equal time for the QUEEN!
Detroit Tigers left fielder QUINTIN BERRY throws a ball to some fans in the stands. Q didn’t have much of a career, so it was merely a case of good timing in my 2012 Detroit trip that he wound up in my archive…
QUIET RIOT‘s epic 1983 hit “Cum On Feel The Noize” playing on the satellite radio in my Mom’s truck. I always knew this waste of pixels would come in handy some day…. and now I think I need to stash it for X as well.
This squirrel is so QUICK that it jumped into another dimension!
Muddy QUAGMIRE my backyard was turned into as collateral damage in the city’s ditch cleaning effort seven years ago.
And if you made it through this post that skirted the borders of what can legally be called Q words, then my merry gang of QUEER little critters would like to give a big cheer for you! I’m pretty sure they lock people up for posting photos like this… so I better QUIT while I’m ahead.
Come back next Tuesday and we’ll talk like a pirate with the letter RRRRRRRR…