How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]
IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
I still love a park bench!
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Yes! Me too! Look forward to when they are open for sitting again. Thanks for commenting.
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Very well done. The black-and-white is so effective to convey the sense of loneliness.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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My kind of place. Beautiful shots.
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Thank you!
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Benches, trees, water, and a swan … can’t go wrong with that combination 😀
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Lol. Thanks Cee.
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such beautiful words with such deeply moving photos……..I felt a lot of emotions looking at those photos.
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It touches a place deep inside, I agree. Thanks Wendi.
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yes, it does……
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A bench to sit and reflect on sitting-and-reflecting… how that need must balance with up-&-doing&connecting needs.
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Definitely a balancing point!
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A perfect place to be…
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Wouldn’t it be? Thanks.
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Oh this is so sadly true! You spoke my soul’s ache for mother nature! Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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All the benches here are off-limits. I agree with the ‘ache’. Thanks.
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You’re welcome my friend! ❤
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