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 
Oh wow!
Those empty branches and the shades on those clouds is truly creating a wonderful scene.
Thank you so much for sharing this with my challenge, V.J. 🙂
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You are always welcome
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Reblogged this on Br Andrew's Muses.
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Thanks for sharing
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I adore taking photos through the trees, the colours of these clouds is so delicate
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Thanks Andrew. It’s the view from my window – hard to remove the trees, lol.
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Stunning capture!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful ribbons and those birds have the best view! 🙂 ❤
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Yes they do! Thanks Deborah. Hoping you are having a good Sunday!
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Apricot ribbons, lovely . . .
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Absolutely love these!
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome!
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Aah. So soothing. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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