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 
You get some lovely wood-peckers. Love the Red-bellied wood-peckers beautiful. We sadly do not have the here in the uk.
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No? You have such a variety of birds is seems. Thanks.
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We only have 3 woodpeckers types here.
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Beautiful shots, VJ!
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome!
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Both excellent shots!
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Thanks!
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These are gorgeous! Love them! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks my friend
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VJ, they are lovely until they find your wood sided house. Keith
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Lol. Good point.
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I love the two versions of glowing: subtle and dramatic!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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