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 
That first photo is amazing with layered contrasts!
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Thanks 🙏
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Most welcome.
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Very lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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It’s that time of year, seeing more and more flocks!
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So true!
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I love the color of the sky in that first photo.
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Thanks Liz. Not my best, but I like the contrast between the rooftop satellites and the flock of birds.
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I was struck by the contrast as well.
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