Blue expandingcrisp whiteof tiny sails –horizon The lull is gentlelucidity swellingserenity present How safe it isto imagine limitlessnesswhen I am groundedbreast to railinganchored ashore. (Image my own)
Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
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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