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 […]
That young sparrow with mom is certainly so cute 🙂
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Best of the season. Thanks 🙏
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Lovely pictures
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Thanks
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These are so beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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Thanks VJ. The colors always amaze. Keith
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Thanks 😊 Keith. I forgot to add in the cardinals- always a bright spot.
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Such pretty birds. I hope they’re gracing you with birdsong throughout the day.
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They definitely do. Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I’m glad you’re being graced with birdsong. It’s one of the simple pleasures of summer, wth the possible exception of our nightly whip-poor will, who can get rather obstreperous at times.
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