I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
That little orange reflection on the window looks amazing 🙂
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Certainly caught my eye. Thanks.
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Nicely captured reflection.
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Thanks
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Welcome!
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Lovely!
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Thanks 🙏
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I love the homey feeling evoked by the grist mill windows, and the sun’s reflections on the single window.
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Thanks Tanja!
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My pleasure.
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Hi VJ, I really like voth of your windows this week. They each provoke different feelings. 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee
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Well dipped VJ. Loved the red door!
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Very beautifully done! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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I like the new header! The second window photo is intriguing. There is something about the angle and the orange glow in the window.
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Thanks Liz. I was standing in a back alley and caught the sunset in the window. Almost looks like its on fire.
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You’re welcome, VJ. That shot’s a keeper for sure.
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