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 […]
Just a perfect treat for my summer 👌
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Thanks
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That frozen corner is certainly chilly but I won’t mind touch it 🙂
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We used to break them off as kids and lick them like popsicles.
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These are really lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks my friend!
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I really like the flowering tree against the blurred background in the first photo.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Oh VJ, I am loving the ice. Wonderful photos for this week. 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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VJ, I love the change of pace with black and white footage. Keith
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Thanks Keith.
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