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 
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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