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 […]
Ominous clouds, indeed! Excellent photos!
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Most welcome!
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We sometimes have clouds like that but didn’t rain, so disappointing. We need more rain. Nice photo of the clouds above the trees.
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You are welcome to some of our rain. Seems we’re having a week of it. Thanks Miriam
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We only had two or three days of light rain all winter, VJ. That’s one of the reason we had crazy wildfires.
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That’s a problem, for sure.
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There are lightening and thundering for a few hours tonight. I hope we’ll get some good rain.
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I love the perspective of the tree line leading our eye to the clouds and then the clouds have their own point of perspective. Nice capture!
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Welcome!
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Such beauty before the storm! Well done! 🙂 ❤
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Were the clouds building up to a storm? I’m struck by the contrast between the blue/gray of the sky and the green of the trees.
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Yes. It was a stormy day. This was just before.
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I thought the sky had “that look.”
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