Ghosts have no shadowsthey are unsubstantiatedrumours of a life… I exist, not becauseof my shadows, and despitethe times I’ve been ghosted Ghosts and shadows –without them I am two-dimensionalwith them, I am poetry. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
What if loyalty purchased this houseand commitment co-signed?We’d take out a mortgagebased on love – interest only What if our foundation was spiritualand our walls cornerstones of faith?We’d furnish our home with joyand leave room for wonder. Can you imagine the possibilitiesif we dedicated this life to service,if we made our marriage the hub,found a […]
No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
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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