Before mercurial attitudesI am clam –emotions shuttered Not that silence is calm –oppressed energy a danger –even shells can burst Question is whereshrapnel will strikewhen inevitable happens (Image my own)
What is it about alleysmagnifies fear? Is it the reflectionof inner passages,those narrow, dim lityears, when despair echoed endlessly? Days I forgotto look for light,imagined none discredited the truththat glory dwellseven in dark alleys. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
The Great Blue heron declares me an annoyanceto which the Blue Jays rasp accordance –I know I am akin to predatorbut I come here with needto this bug-infestedweed-riddenriverbed To be Tornas I amby an undefinablerustle, an inner bleedthat craves patterns, or signsnaturally occurring rhythms to definemy place within this current worldly disorder (Image my own)
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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