Quiet now, placesharbouring my memories –river dreamcatcher –nostalgia floats on swan’s backpast bridges linking time lapsed. (Tuesdays I borrow from my Twitter account #Vjknutson. Image my own)
Illusory this ideation of separationintricate the webs that bind us Politicians focus on the holespander to the vacuous – Seekers resonate with connectionconsciousness raising awareness Remain steadfast protestorsyour vibrations wide-reaching. (submitted for Reena’s Exploration challenge: prompt the featured image.)
These shackles may be but illusionsbut the conditioning lingers –I’m not enoughlack the lookthe chicfall short of acceptableAdd age and I amforever sentencedto monachopsis –an outsider,circling. (Image mine)
Pictures are gorgeous. You are so right. Snow changes things. we did not get the snow predicted for us. Had everything ready for the fireplace but had open doors instead. So not getting snow you prepare for changes things also. 😀
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Weather has been crazy. Thanks for dropping by.
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I also love the photo of the cold mallard, V. J. ❤ It always surprises me how hardy birds are to survive extreme winter weather.
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I know! They must have built-in insulation.
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Brrr – great pics and words to go along with!
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Thank you!
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😉
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Great photos and poem. Love the duck. Colorful!
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Thank you!
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Love those icy fingers…but to cold to hold!
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Definitely! Thanks.
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Love the image..icy finger to taunt. Been a bit of skating rink here too!
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Guess we’ll have to train ourselves to admire it, so we don’t get bogged down by it.
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Yes, a positive outlook!
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I like the low angle shot of the duck, VJ. Great images of the cold.
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Thanks!
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