No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Somehow, there’s still beauty of the remains
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And the intrigue…
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The first image is fascinating! Great shot!
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Thanks 😊
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You’re welcome. 😊
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Nice images for this challenge VJ. Both have seen better days.
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Thanks Anne
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That first image took my breath away!
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Thanks!
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The first image is my favorite, VJ! Beautifully captured!
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Thanks Amy
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The lack of foliage (seasonal or end-of-life) reveals fascinating geometric art – no two trees alike!
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You are so right. These old trees fascinate me.
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These are very lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah
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Poor tree – it really HAS seen better days.
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Still standing though!
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I particularly like the first image. It’s mistily evocative.
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Thanks Liz. It was a foggy morning.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I do enjoy a foggy morning.
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VJ, that tree by the road looks like sentinel. Halt, who goes there. Keith
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Yes, it does. Greets us on our way into town.
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