A friend from my poetry circle honoured me with a birdhouse painted with Ukrainian colours. John has since passed away, and this summer we were finally able to give the birdhouse a home in our garden. Happy to say, John, that the chickadees have settled in and I am joyfully reminded of you everyday.
This life a road –the way preparedsigns to guide me,and still, I get lost. Construction, distraction,disobedience – throw me off –tendency to choose tougher routes,broken down and been sidelined And yet, the road still beckons,invites progression, thrills.A rolling stone gathers no moss,my father liked to say, and so… I push ahead, keep motoring,trust the obstacles […]
Gorgeous photos! Love the bird’s nest.
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Thanks Sunra!
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A very creative approach this week VJ. Loved the idea of the nest and the birds – terrific.
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Thanks Tina
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Oh, my! What a story these tell.
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😊💕
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❤️
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The image of the empty nest is the most poignant for me. (Memory of a sweet beginning, and waiting to be the place of one again.)
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I feel like all three represent where we are right now in time. Thanks Susan
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Oh…the trio of images. They belong together and tell a story. Thank you, VJ. 💕
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Just what I was thinking too. A triptych that tells a great story!
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😊
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Thanks 😊
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Your photos capture the fleeting nature of time perfectly.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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