Talks stalledescapees strugglelives minimizedburdens heavydespair palpable Can they sensethe global hug,compassion circling? Do prayers have substance,or have the displacednever felt so alone? (Image mine)
Love evolves –a considerationwe overlookedthose day whenpassion drove usto fanciful displays Tried to align myselfto the certaintyof your dreamsbut my compasswas set elsewhere Memory, thoughhas tattooed uson my heart;the ink still bleeds. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?Graphic images depict rageflames of dissonanceyoung men bleeding at their own handscompassion incapacitated. A sad awakening for a society fixatedon rights and privileges, dominating culture excluding the nurtureof humanity, or preservation of life. How can we continue to closet our children’s pain – their vitality oozing – hopelessly […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Oh wow!
Now, this is something I do see almost everyday but fails miserably whenever I try to capture it.
Thank you so much for sharing this with my challenge, VJ 🙂
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Thanks Hammad.
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Such a familiar picture. I can hear the honking LOL
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Lots of that going on these days.
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I’m in the centre of the city. I haven’t heard any lately. Wait. I did about a month ago.
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Great captures! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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It’s that time of year!
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It is!
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VJ, it truly looks like they are all on a string. Good capture. Keith
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Thanks.
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Love it!
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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