Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Trails like these always leads to wonderment and inspiration.
Thank you so much for sharing these lovely captures with my challenge 🙂
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Always a pleasure!
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Contrails, I always look for those lines in the sky.
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Thanks for that. I couldn’t remember the word (going back to your earlier post)
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VJ, again, you made me laugh.
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😊
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I particuarly like the blue against the green in the second photo.
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Thanks Liz. Colours are so vibrant these days.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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I love those summertime blues!
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🙏 Thanks
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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