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 […]
The last one is really good 🙂
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Thanks 🙏
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Wow! Great shots, especially the last one.
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Thanks 😊
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Most welcome.
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I thought that first bird had something to say of a scolding nature.
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I thought so too. I was definitely disturbing his peace.
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😀
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My favorite is you last photo 😀
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I agree that it’s a great shot!
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You’re welcome.
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Thanks 🙏
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I love these they are wonderful! 🙂 ❤
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VJ, don’t you wonder whether the bird is admiring his shadow like we humans would ? Keith
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I often wonder that, Keith.
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Some great action shots! I love the first one, I think he’s telling you “come on in the water’s warm!”
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Thanks. I thought he was saying back off, Lady, this is my fishing spot, lol.
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Hahaha, he may very well have been saying just that!
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