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 
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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