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 
Wow! What a great shot, VJ. Our feeders draw many woodpeckers.
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Yes, we often get the Downy Woodpeckers, but this one not so much.
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Wow – captured him you did. Stunning!
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Exciting moments in my life, lol. Thanks.
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Gorgeous photography! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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The colours are nicely captured in your shots.
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Thanks I.V.
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Nice capture! The texture of his feathers is complimented by the texture of the snow.
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Thanks. I was hoping to see his belly…another time.
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Hopefully there will be many more opportunities!
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Cool shot
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😊💕
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I’ll bet Mr. Woodpecker was very happy to see that suet.
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Without a doubt.
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Super sweet! 🥰
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