Atmospheric

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Orange sky,
wire fence –
stay out implied.

Silken clouds
surf Autumn hues –
seasonal moodiness.

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: atmospheric.)

9 thoughts on “Atmospheric”

-Eugenia says:

November 6, 2019 at 11:13 am

I love the pic with the wire fence. It reminds me of peaceful rural areas, which we enjoy seeing during our weekend trips. Your poems are lovely.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 6, 2019 at 12:38 pm
  
  Thank you, Eugenia. This is from one of my favourite drives.
  
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Rupali says:

November 6, 2019 at 5:32 am

Lovely.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 6, 2019 at 9:34 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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simplywendi says:

November 5, 2019 at 10:39 pm

the words and the wire fence brought back beautiful memories of my grandparents place…….they had a wire fence just like that around their garden. thank you! 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 6, 2019 at 9:30 am
  
  The wire fence evokes something in me too, but I can’t place it. Thanks Wendi.
  
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  1. simplywendi says:
    
    November 6, 2019 at 2:17 pm
    
    You are very welcome VJ….thank you for sharing.
    
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awisewomansjourney says:

November 5, 2019 at 1:43 pm

These are lovely! I like that last line “seasonal moodiness!” 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 5, 2019 at 3:31 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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