Eagle arrivesand I am at oncesmall, insignificant Breath heldI am stillness basking in majesty Till ubiquitous crowcalls his cronies,chases eagle off Everything gains perspective. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Cast my shadow over white banksassert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted placesand colour in the monochrome Haunted by a Winter state of mindresolved to stretch despite chill. (Image my creation)
He fills the homewith sweetness –serenades their love –while she picks awayat every gesture,imagining subterfuge His floral wordsonly serve to pokedoubts – she readsbetween the linesof ornamental landmines He lights candlesto set a mood,but she is alreadyplanning a funeral –her wrung out heartunwilling to fall.
One Woman's Quest II 
The difference between the horse drawn wagon and the new machines is that the wagon would distill back into nature but the machines take generations to do that. Passed plenty of these big toys on the road trip, lots of dollars in the fields. Nice tones in your shots.
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Thanks Paul. I once coached a boys’ soccer team, maybe up of rural boys. When the city boys would taunt them and call them farmers, they’d retort: “Yeah, well our tractor costs more than your house”!
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So true here too, much money in those toys.
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VJ, these look like photos I would have taken. Wonderful entry 😀
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Well, you do teach me, Cee. Thanks.
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Is the horse and buggy a wood carving?
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It is.
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It took me a minute to see the big tires in the grass!
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Yes, they are well hidden.
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