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 […]
I love the red cardinal on the snow-covered branch. He looks quite self-satisfied–and rightly so!
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They are so regal. Especially this time of year.
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I always get very excited whenever I spot one in our yard.
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Nice captures!
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Thanks
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Those are both great photos. You have a good eye capturing the flag in the window.
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome!
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VJ, such a stately cardinal. Keith
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Thanks Keith!
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