Travels

VJaging, photography, poetry, RV-Able, travellens-artists, photos, poem, travel12 Comments

First frost we are plotting –
elaborate schemes to escape
winter’s unforgiving chill.

Palm trees and blue waters,
the flight of parading pelicans –
such allure for aging Northerners.

Years past, we have travelled far –
Europe, Scandinavia, and Mediterranean –
this season, Texas has captured our hearts.

(For Lens-Artists challenge: my travels.)

12 thoughts on “Travels”

pattimoed says:

January 10, 2019 at 3:40 am

Some times local is better. Enjoy! When are you going?

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 10, 2019 at 9:07 am
  
  We are spending the winter in Texas. I had to fly home for my Mom. Headed back shortly
  
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Tina Schell says:

January 9, 2019 at 8:42 pm

There’s no place like home VJ 😊. Enjoy Texas!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 9, 2019 at 11:35 pm
  
  I sure do!
  
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Perpetua says:

January 9, 2019 at 2:58 pm

I enjoy looking at photos and reading the text as well. Where was the last shot taken?

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 9, 2019 at 5:05 pm
  
  Mustang Island on the Gulf Coast of Texas.
  
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oneletterup says:

January 9, 2019 at 10:02 am

Good to have an escape plan this time of year.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 9, 2019 at 5:02 pm
  
  It sure is!
  
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Amy says:

January 9, 2019 at 8:17 am

Beautifully expressed through your photos and words, VJ!
Glad to hear Texas has captured your heart.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 9, 2019 at 9:14 am
  
  Thanks, Amy. It sure has!
  
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Bee Halton says:

January 9, 2019 at 7:13 am

Beautiful words and pictures…

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 9, 2019 at 7:16 am
  
  Thanks, Bee!
  
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