Men At Work

August 2, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: people at work)

Where’d You Go, July!

August 1, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Last on card for July 31, for Bushboy’s Challenge. Unfiltered, unedited. Camera shot is closeup of neighbours beans. iPhone shot is my art on a Redbubble scarf (present to myself).

Clouds Dancing At Sunset

July 31, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Shops and Reflections

July 30, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: reflections)

Okay, I’m Out Of Here…

July 28, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Along Back Country Roads

July 26, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Along back country roads

Plane and Sun

July 24, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

CMMC: Playground and Crops

July 23, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: pick a topic from my photo.)

Taking a Breather

July 21, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Between the hospital where Ric is doing rehab and our home – a forty minute drive – is a conservation area, a perfect place to stop and and breath in nature. The heron has the right idea. Take a moment. Be still. (Lens-Artist’s challenge this week is getting away.)

A Side View

July 19, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week challenge: From the side)

Fanciful

Petals:I’ve counted thempressed thempreserved them Dropsof sentimentprescientpretenders Trivialpursuits of passiongaming for lovechildish ploys Petalsfickle as the seasonselusive as joytoo soon expended. (For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)

Sisterly Love

It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]

Tongue Lashing

Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)