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 
Wonderful texture, especially the first one 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful shots, VJ! I especially like the third one.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Eugi. I agree
LikeLiked by 1 person
Most welcome!
LikeLike
The grasses in the first photo are reminiscent of a feather duster.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aren’t they! I thought that too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such beautiful textures! 🙂 ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Deborah.
LikeLiked by 1 person
V.J. What fantastic textures you have for this week. Thanks ever so much for playing along 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Cee.
LikeLike
Stunning photos VJ! The last one is my favourite!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Aletta! Mine too
LikeLiked by 1 person
The last capture with the reflection is so stunning! Btw which place is this… would love to be there.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. It is the Little Falls in St Marys, Ontario.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Excellent study of textures! (Too hard to pick a favorite.)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Liz.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, V.J.
LikeLike