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 […]
I love your painting, so alive and sensuous.
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Thanks, Paul. Both photographs, actually. Wish I could paint that well.
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You paint so well from where I sit 🙂
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A perfect capture of a summer sky!
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Well done! I love your weekend sky feature too! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 🙏
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I do enjoy your weekend sky feature!
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Thanks. I love the sky!
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You’re welcome. Looking at the sky never gets old.
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VJ, so vivid. Thanks for capturing the upward vistas. Keith
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Thanks Keith.
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