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 mushrooms look good enough to eat right off the tree trunk! 😀
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Don’t they!
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Beautiful closeups!
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Thanks 😊
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Most welcome!
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Beautiful! The mushrooms are spectacular!
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Thanks!
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Wonderful close ups for the week. 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee!
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Nice clear detail! Well done! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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Nice detail in both photos.
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Thanks 🙏
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Welcome!
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I particuarly like the icy web.
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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