Sweet solitudesacred silence, surround meImaginationthrives under your spell – unleashthe magic; I shall create (Art my own, with a nod to AI)
Extract the miracle from the celebrated Each story is lifelessuntil told – its patterns Stubborn, are innate –We all crave renewal I crave renewalarms extendedfists unfolded Believe in will –the power to breathe lifeinto inert corners Does not life support us?Is not consciousness infinite?and the divine patient? Yesterday, I gave upresigned myself to failure (It’s […]
Paddle to the edge –life has falling off points, andI am curious –Defy fear and leap, or freeze?Faith armours brave, takes a chance. (Image mine)
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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