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)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
Wonderful captures 🙂
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Thanks!
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Great movement of the Green-winged Teals! The whole scene screams fall! 🙂
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Doesn’t it! Thanks.
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🙂
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I love these two photos: the first for the colors, the second for the sense of movement. Well done!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Wow! Those are really great shots V.J.! So fluid! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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