July Sendoff

August 1, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

July 31st picnic in the park. Photos are last on the card for Bushboy’s challenge.

Evening Drive

July 31, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Surreal

July 29, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: surreal

Hang In

July 27, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

All life is struggle.Stay in the game and don’t back down.Trust that you have the inner strength and resources.Have faith that life will bring you what you need. Besides, life is full of surprises and you don’t want to miss out. (My image)

Blooming Clouds

July 24, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Constructing

July 22, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: construction)

Take Risks

July 20, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Go for your dreams:apply for those jobs that you think are beyond your reach;take risks –Don’t reject yourself; let the world reject you.There is no shame or blame in trying. (Image mine)

Summer Vibes

July 18, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Lush, thick greenery of the riverside. The cool, calm water. Ice cream and two wheels. Summer vibes! (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Summer Vibes)

Moody

July 17, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Visitors

July 15, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The dogs are quick to warn me about any new visitors to the backyard. Accustomed to squirrels and rabbits, and the multitude of birds, they seldom pay attention to those. A sharp yelp! yelp! usually means “Mom, grab your camera! Come quick!” The groundhog usually hangs around in the summertime, but the chipmunks are a […]

Crisis

How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]

Winter’s Ruse

Poet’s Quandry

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)