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 
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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