Idleness is not a ploy asserted by the river, her banks, ever vital, project confidence – life’s continuum Her waters, sturdy, fluctuating, tame the deepest emotions I come to the river hoping to imbibe, to be intoxicated in her presence I come to the river to be revived.
A spot of red and dash of yellow bandana masked eyes how you transport me to simpler times – childhood days when you and I wiled away hours hidden deep beneath summer canopies – maple, beech and willow – listened for whispers on the wind, searched for treasure on rocky creek bottom. Years since our […]
Progress – seldom linear – tosses me into unexpected decline – stranded and incapacitated. My son – with labour-hardened strength leaps to my side, steadying me and I feel the fear in his caring grip. My daughter, ever compassionate, reaches out for me with horror-filled eyes as my body crumples onto the bed. My husband, […]
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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