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 
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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