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When All Else Fails/#photography
It is good to turn our attention to the things that are constant, reliable and ever present in these uncertain social, political and rapidly changing times. Anyone with a basic knowledge of the way our world turns understands that even though we don’t see her in the bright light of day, the moon is ever…
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Framing My World..
In case you ever wondered if I really do take photos in my meager little faerie garden, in case you doubted my obsession with the tiny miracles that often go unnoticed and happen every moment, whether we see them or not-my hubby snapped this one while I was otherwise engaged. There were some pretty amazing…
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Color My World..
There are times, it seems, like in misty dreams where a lack of color brings clarity. Subtle hues of shadow and light, a silent whisper of Earth’s delight. Timeless, Motionless, Ethereal. Perhaps the reds and golds and blues, the roses’ blush and sunset views, obscure, detract, the impact of line and form, cool and warm.…
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Today
is Friday. Glorious, coveted, revered, taunting, waiting and flaunting all its promises of release, relief, reprieve, retreat, reverence and rejuvenation. But more than this, Today is unique, not yesterday or tomorrow, but 24 hours of now with all its possibilities. Try to look around and find the very moments that make up this day and…
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The Bee and Me/Photography/Poetry
Moments, saved from Nature’s tapestry, woven in hues of greens and blues…. Spun gold overcoats and gossamer wings, a thousand kisses left on velvet blush as the wind sings.. Embrace perfection with tenderness, cradled in your arms it thrives, sublime! Moments, stolen unawares, like precious gems, seashells on the sand,…
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What Matters…
What we hold in the palm of our hands, delicate gift, the heart understands. What we possess but forget in the wake of regret withers in shadow of doubt. Fragrant remains of desire, kindling for funeral pyre, The bits that you clutch, have so numbed your touch, while faint memory lingers I slip…
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The Understudy
Behind the curtain, beneath the lights and hidden safely out of sight she waits. Recites her lines with sheer perfection, the moves and words, her grand reflection of heart’s desire. Her role it seems fell short of dreams, though happy she tenaciously supports the cast. They who…
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Passion or Pain/#SoCS
Passion or pain, tell me again why I surrender without a thought of what I ought to expect, no regret, for blood runs hot and soon is forgot the sting of sorrow left for tomorrow when ‘ere you are gone leaving me here alone with naught but a glint and the sultry scent of…
Dreaming Reality 
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