That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
One Woman's Quest II 
The first one is stark and stunning.
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Stunning photos, VJ!
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Most welcome.
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VJ, these trees photos of yours are gorgeous 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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Wonderful! 🙂 ❤
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The first one is starkly electric (and there is conversation between tree and fence); the second one is soft and idyllic. It’s a really interesting juxtaposition of style, mood, and message. Love them each and both.
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Well-said!
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome.
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Yes, I thought the same about the first.
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Thank you.
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VJ, I very much like the second one with its shadows. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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