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 
Beware the hawk – who has spied a smaller bird to the left, meanwhile the heron spears a fish, its dangerous out there.
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Lol. It can be. What I failed to look out for were the insects that bite – am covered.
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Ha, yes, nature will get you one way or another 🙂
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Wow! Great shots!
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Thanks.
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Lovely captures.
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Wow, that’s a great close up of the heron!
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Thanks. He was too busy to spot me.
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Very nice!
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