For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
Love these photos…there is just something so special about water in our hearts and our souls…I agree ❤️
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There is! Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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Awww, summertime fun!
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What a contrast between the first two photos and the third!
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Colours of summer. Thanks Liz
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And I love ’em all!
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Love the photos. They capture the summer light so well…and the words describe the feeling so well!
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Thanks Heather. I love summer.
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Me too! You’re welcome.
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Yes, they do!
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Lovely captures and words…
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Thank you!
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Lovely.
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Thanks!
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