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 
“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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