That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
Wonderful captures.
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Thanks
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I’m partial to the train, myself!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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I especially like your cyclist photo and how the reddish brown leaves pop out of the blues and greens. Such a peaceful photo…
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Thanks Sarah. Spring is trying hard to pop out, although the snow keeps spoiling her plans.
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Same here! It snowed again today!!
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Enough thanks!
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😀 😀 😀
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Two terrific photos for this week. The second on is so scenic. 😀
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A favourite spot. Thanks Cee
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Great choices! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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VJ, I love the tree canopy over the bike rider. Keith
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Thanks Keith. One of my favourite drives.
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