Yearning for renewalwe wrestle dragons –unsuspected passages,like time machinesscattering ticket stubs We distractseek nourishmentpercolate meaning Nostalgic nuancessuccumb tojagged memories –Cubism in motion. (Art mine)
Oh that Spring gale,she’s such a storyteller –awakens the landfiddles with expectations –Welcome post-Winter trickster. (Image my own)
Gathered up all the loveI’d previously rejectedpulled it to melike a well-worn cloakImagined the comfortsuch a vibration would bringoblivion amounting to bliss But love –my interpretation of it –does not nullify painAnd I writhed in its intensitypain physically ingrainedburdened by memories How can this be? I criedIn darkness I turned to loveprojected nirvanauncovered such an […]
One Woman's Quest II 
That little orange reflection on the window looks amazing 🙂
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Certainly caught my eye. Thanks.
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Nicely captured reflection.
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Thanks
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Welcome!
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Lovely!
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Thanks 🙏
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I love the homey feeling evoked by the grist mill windows, and the sun’s reflections on the single window.
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Thanks Tanja!
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My pleasure.
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Hi VJ, I really like voth of your windows this week. They each provoke different feelings. 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee
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Well dipped VJ. Loved the red door!
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Very beautifully done! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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I like the new header! The second window photo is intriguing. There is something about the angle and the orange glow in the window.
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Thanks Liz. I was standing in a back alley and caught the sunset in the window. Almost looks like its on fire.
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You’re welcome, VJ. That shot’s a keeper for sure.
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