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 
Two very different photos! I do enjoy Bushboy’s Last on the Card feature each month.
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Me too. You never know what will pop up.
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🙂
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Cool photos VJ 😀
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Thanks Cee
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Is the second one from your visit on the weekend? Love your photos, VJ. 🙂
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Thanks Susan. It’s actually my neighbour who held a fundraiser for local Ukrainians on the weekend
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Both are wonderful photos. I would sit in the serenity of the water. Is that lady telling everyone that lettuce was all there was for lunch? Thanks for joining in VJ 🙂 🙂
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Lol. It was a fundraiser and she was the cook, so basically, yeah
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😂
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