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 
I love the black and white! It has an aura of peacefulness about it.
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It does. Good description. Thanks.
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My pleasure.
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VJ, the vines on the dead tree look like a unicorn. Nice capture. Keith
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Interesting! Thanks Keith
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Very unique! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks
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I like these very much! The black-and-white works really well.
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Thanks. It changes a lot to remove the colour. But a good exercise to do.
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You’re welcome. It’s amazing how much the feeling of a photograph is changed when it becomes black-and-white.
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