Cast my shadow over white banksassert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted placesand colour in the monochrome Haunted by a Winter state of mindresolved to stretch despite chill. (Image my creation)
He fills the homewith sweetness –serenades their love –while she picks awayat every gesture,imagining subterfuge His floral wordsonly serve to pokedoubts – she readsbetween the linesof ornamental landmines He lights candlesto set a mood,but she is alreadyplanning a funeral –her wrung out heartunwilling to fall.
The eight of cups –an octopus balancingmulti-tasks; I jugglefog, attempt to calibrate logisticsbut instinctsare dull-edged,my tentacles lackingsuction – will slitherback into hiding. (Tuesday, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
“Who you lookin’ at?” Love the angle.
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Just some turkey. Thanks.
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How far up off the ground is he?
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He’s quite far up. He kept climbing and the crows were going nuts.
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BTW. Tried to visit your site, but got a message that your site isn’t active.
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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I’ve never seen them in a tree like this. Great capture.
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I never have either. Thanks.
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The turkey in the tree was a surprise!
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For me too, lol.
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Nice capture on film!!
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Thanks Keith! The crows alerted me.
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