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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Fabulous photos
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Thanks 😊
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I love that first one most of all, so clear in detail, something about birds.
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There really is. Thanks.
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These are wonderful! The first bird looks like he’s singing his heart out, and the last one looks like he just said, “Harumph.”
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Lol. The first one is such a good singer and that last one hadn’t found his voice yet.
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😀
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These are wonderful and you got the Spotted Sandpiper in breeding plumage! Woohoo! 🙂
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I didn’t know that! Cool.
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Yay! Never know what you are going to learn around here. LOL! 🙂
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So true. Lol.
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robins have such old man faces! Great captures.
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Lol. I never thought of it that way. Thanks.
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Welcome!
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What beautiful speckles! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 🙏 😊
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VJ, what are the little tufts on the last bird? It looks owl like in miniature. Keith
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Not sure – I think they the baby feathers moult – the young ones really are quite a mess, lol.
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