No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
That last door is my favorite! A great collection.
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Thanks
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Love your bright enticing reds this week VJ
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Thanks, Tina.
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Love your description of the different stories that doors tell. 🙂
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Thank Olga.
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Aesthetic. Love the angles that you have taken there. Keep up the good work. Hope to see more from you. 😊😊😊
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Kind of you to say so.
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My pleasure.
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This is brilliant and beautiful VJ..your different interpreration of doors coupled with actual photos…great..
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Thank you!
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