Blue is longing,for summer lakesand clear skies –a promise of forever It is the subtle hueof whimsical magicon wings that fly Blue is tuxedo perfectiona gift wrapped in perpetualsong, iridescent delight. (Submitted for Nancy Merrill’s, A Photo a Week Challenge: blue)
At fifty-nine, I was certain that I knew myself – accomplished, defined and established – but illness changed the framework from which my remaining time would unfold. I became a non-entity in my former career, and a ghost to friends. My children mourned the loss of their vibrant mother and settled into lowered expectations. […]
A door defines a boundary,an invitation to enter within,or a warning to stay out – Such finality in doors boarded,an inference of profound loss. Some doors tantalize with screenspermitting sounds to emanate, butblocking view from nosy passersby and some doors shout attention,prepared to accommodate masses (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Open Sesame.)