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 
You’ve captured some beauty there, VJ! 🙂
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Thanks Susi
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Lovely!!
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Thank you!
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I love the early morning light. Was there a frost in the second photo?
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Yes, we’ve had frost up until recently.
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I think our frost has finally left us.
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I love those “soft” morning photos.
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I do too. Wish I was up early more often, lol. Thanks.
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Welcome!
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So lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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VJ, I love how tree branches frame a sunrise or sunset. Nicely done. Keith
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Thanks Keith.
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