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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
What is it about fences in winter? We may share an aesthetic addiction 🙂 – nicely done.
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Thanks Heather.
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These are really wonderful 🙂
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Thanks.
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I love the title!
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Thanks. Seems to me that is what the flowers are saying. Thanks for dropping by.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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I really like the black-and-white images, particuarly the last one. The little bird atop the car makes the image.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks.
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What a great trio of photos. I’m really like the first one. 😀 😀
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Thanks – thus the title.
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