Simple phraseswords like scented blossomscapture my imaginationcarry me How is it,dear poet,that you sense my needswrite my revival (Image my own)
Mom said sh’e leaving Dadcan’t take it anymorewe move. Relocate. Reset. Bullying at school out of controlcan’t take it anymorewe move. Relocate. Reset. Truancy a problemthen the rapeschool says I have to go. Relocate. Reset. Sister move back homeone unhinged, the other batteredMoms says it’d be better if I leave. Relocate. Reset. Shuffle boxes from […]
I am orangein a monotone clime radiant againsta melancholic backdrop a poem withina droning monologue. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art my own.)
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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