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 […]
I’ve observed that if you ignore them, they stay out. But once you look at them, off they go!!
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Usually that is true. These ones must have either been preoccupied or felt very confident.
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Absolutely amazing!
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Thanks!
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Fantastic photos 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee
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Wow! Fabulous shots!
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Thanks Eugi. I felt so honoured to be able to capture them
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Truly amazing, VJ. 💖
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Wow wow wow! The second one makes it look like the eagle is trying to make sure you got its best pose!
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Right?! I was so surprised he didn’t just fly away
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Quite impressive 🦅
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Thanks
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You’re welcome
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Wow, great shots, particuarly the second one! Such regal birds.
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Always take my breath away. Thanks
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Houston, the eagles have landed.
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Lol. Yes!
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