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 […]
Such beautiful colors!
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The bright chairs sure catch your eye and I bet the kids love them. (I would never be able to get out of them LOL) And nothing beats those Autumn leaves for color these days. Nice shots!
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I’d have the same problem, lol. Thanks Andrea.
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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These are great. I feel the warmth of summer in the first photo and peacefulness of autumn in the second!
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Thanks Heather!
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I love the stair-step Adirondack chairs and the composition of the autumn leaves!
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