Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
And that too, in the most mesmerizing way!
These are lovely captures, V.J. 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing this my challenge 🙂
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Aways a pleasure, Hammad
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Wonderful shot V.J.
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Thank you!
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I particuarly like the first photo. That winter sky, road, and snow-covered fields are so much a part of my life.
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Are they? This is my favourite drive. Although you can’t see it in the photo, the river runs beside the road.
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Your pictures are always worth a thousand words! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks so much.
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I think you captured a “softness” of the sky in both these photos.
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Thanks Heather. i love these textured skies
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They can be quite relaxing to watch!
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