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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
The first one gave me such impression as if that old tree is churning out the steam.
But the next one cleared my confusion 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing these amazing sky captures with my challenge 🙂
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Thanks Hammad.
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Lovely photos – including both gives 2 entirely different perspectives. The first one looks like the tree is “catching” the clouds!
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It does. Thanks.
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Welcome.
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Fascinating photos! The clouds look like curling smoke!
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It actually is smoke from a nearby industrial chimney.
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That’s what,I thought, smoke
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I like the two perspectives. Without the photo of the stack, you’d think it was just clouds.
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From my perspective, it looked like the tree was steaming. Thanks.
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lol! you are right or even cradling it. You’re welcome.
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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It looks like a cold day.
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Very!
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It’s a frigid day here as well.
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