Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
One Woman's Quest II 
I think the second one is my favorite. I like the muted colors.
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Thanks Liz. I like that one too.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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For me a sense of joy, and not in a smug way, and quite without attachment – a sense of satisfaction. I think they offer memories.
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Thanks Paul.
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My pleasure VJ
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V.J. all your shots are never lucky because you are that gifted! These shots are Christmas pretty! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. You are very sweet.
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You nailed those silver bells. Silver usually takes on the colors around it. Marvelous entry 😀
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Thanks Cee. Lucky shot.
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