No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
I particuarly like the building with the arches. A municipal building of some kind?
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Do you know, I can’t remember, lol.
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Isn’t that funny!
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Sadly, more often the case than not. I remember thinking : “Oh I want to photograph those arches” but cannot fathom where that was.
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That happens to me a lot. I think “Oh, I’ll remember this place; how could I not?” Several years go by, no clue.
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Lovely archs 🙂
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Thanks!
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Three wonderful buildings in black and white. 😀 I love the old sepia house.
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Thanks Cee. I love how you check out my photography files and say: “Oh, she needs to use these,” lol.
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Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks my friend.
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