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 […]
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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