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 […]
These are wonderful! The second one rivals Ansel Adams. (Immediate gut reaction.)
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Thanks so much, Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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I like your first photo, trees and water what is there not to love. Beautiful photos for this week. Thanks VJ 😀
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Always a pleasure Cee.
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I think my favourite is the Stratford photo.
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Thanks Heather. Mine too.
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You’re welcome.
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Very lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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VJ, I love the black and whites. Keith
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Thanks Keith.
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