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 
Your second photo sure looks COLD. Great photos VJ 😀 😀
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Indeed!
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Beautiful photos! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you, friend.
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I love the look of Adirondack chairs, but they’re comfortable to sit on. Hopefully, the snow in the second photo is from a prior year!
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Yes, snow from last year. Getting out of Adirondack chairs is also in the past for me, lol.
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Vj, is that snow this early? We love Adirondack chairs. We have two of them and my wife likes to paint them different colors – they are blue now, but they have been yellow, green, red and orange. Keith
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They make wonderful palettes, Keith. No snow, just an old photo that fit the challenge. Still hot here.
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