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)
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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😊 Thanks
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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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