One Woman's Quest II

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Adieu

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How bright the colour
sunlight creating shadow –
dramatic ending.

15 thoughts on “Adieu”

-Eugenia says:

December 7, 2019 at 11:13 am

The last dance!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 7, 2019 at 1:49 pm
  
  Yes! Thanks
  
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  1. -Eugenia says:
    
    December 8, 2019 at 3:15 pm
    
    😉
    
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tanjabrittonwriter says:

December 6, 2019 at 2:29 pm

Going up in a flame comes to mind.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 6, 2019 at 3:03 pm
  
  It does look like that!
  
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Anonymous says:

December 6, 2019 at 12:43 pm

GORGEOUS!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 6, 2019 at 2:58 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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oneletterup says:

December 6, 2019 at 11:02 am

Love it! The color contrast is remarkable. 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 6, 2019 at 2:57 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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  1. oneletterup says:
    
    December 6, 2019 at 3:03 pm
    
    You’re welcome!
    
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simplywendi says:

December 6, 2019 at 10:06 am

what a beautiful image of the past and the present!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 6, 2019 at 2:57 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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  1. simplywendi says:
    
    December 7, 2019 at 7:58 am
    
    🙂
    
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Deborah says:

December 6, 2019 at 8:50 am

Very dramatic! I love this! This would be a great photo prompt! 😀 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 6, 2019 at 2:57 pm
  
  Thanks Deborah. The image definitely cries out: define me.
  
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