It was an expression my mom used when something pleased her. Waking up to these unexpected visitors in our garden had just that effect on me.
Talks of takeoversand takedowns –deliberate misdirection My mind is a tanglemy heart stripped rawUs vs them a mantra Choking on my own biledarkness closing in –I turn to so called heaven Accusations on iced tonguedesperation pointing fingersthe sullen clouds an echo Even in this stormy statelight, like fire challengesWake up! Wake up! There in the […]
Wow, wonderful close ups!
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Thank you!
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Love the contrasts!
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Wonderful close ups of the two seasons. Thanks V.J. 😀
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These are very lovely! I really like that flower although I do not know what it is! Great job! 🙂 ❤
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It’s a milkweed pod expelling its seeds. Thanks.
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Thank you for letting me know! 🙂 ❤
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VJ, almost stalactite-like those icicles. Keith
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Aren’t they!
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I can hear my mother’s scolding me now: Don’t stand under those icicles!! I love the milkweed photo. When I was a kid, I loved how the pods would open to release their seeds.
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Both definitely reminiscent of childhood!
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😀
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These are great. I especially love the plant. You’ve really captured it’s delicacy and it’s strength!
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Thanks Heather
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Welcome!
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