At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)
Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]
Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]
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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