I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
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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