Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
Restlessness accompanies meon this sojourn today –unfazed by ripe redbelly of robin,or shimmering emeraldof breeding merganser’s crown. My lens seeks out decay –rotting wood, darkened cavities,as if my soul craves reassurancethat life persists even where deathhovers – I need a sign Discontent, I move on-drive the river roadsnail’s pace – praying forsomething to shakethis malaise […]
Infernal trek!Wasted, mindless daysthese chains of self-reproach Will I never reachyearned for peace? Carry this burdeninto the wind,feet shufflingeyes skyward Stalwart treesobserve my passage,birds offer accompaniment,sun’s warmth charms Nature intervenes –peace is present. (My image)
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Thank you so much for sharing!
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Ah! Memories of carefree youth. I still have strong memories of picking wild strawberries, catching pollywogs, laying on a blanket, gazing at the clouds and dreaming. š
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Best part of childhood!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Nancy!
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So beautiful! ā¤
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Thanks!
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Ah, so true. The pull of the woods and the trees…right back to the essence of childhood. Such gorgeous photos too.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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I feel that nostalgia also, like a left a little piece of myself, back in the woods or on a rugged beach.
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