Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
One Woman's Quest II 
I love the clematis seeds (at least I think hat’s what they are).
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I have no idea, but they are fascinating.
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I really like your snowy branch. Wonderful photos for this week. Thanks V.J. 😀
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These are so pretty! 🙂 ❤
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I was going to ask what kind of tree that was, but I see the answer already…. It looks like what we used to call Cottonwood trees in Oklahoma. I don’t know if that was the official name for it or not, but I do know it was terrible for my allergies. Hope you and yours are doing as well as possible. Hugs!
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Quite amazing they are 🙂
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Thanks
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What kind of tree is in the first photo?
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That’s a good question – I don’t actually know. It grows along the river here.
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It reminded me a little of a mimosa tree, but I can’t be sure.
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