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 […]
Cool photos. That tree especially is amazing!
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Isn’t it something. Looks like it is alive. Thanks.
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You’re welcome. Nature provides us with many mysteries!
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I love the old, gnarled tree with its tender new leaves. The colts with their mums are very appealing, too.
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Thanks Liz.
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Beautiful photos for this week. Thanks VJ for playing along 😀
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Thanks Cee!
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VJ, great tree, but I feel like I am looking for the Tin Man’s oil can as apples are getting thrown at me. Keith
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Lol. It does look very much alive.
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These are wonderful! I love that tree! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks. Even more special about that tree, is that is home to a family of owls.
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I would love to see that family! 🙂 ❤
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We managed to see one the babies.
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I hope you are able to capture some photos!
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Just a blurry blob!
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