Easily swayed, my imaginationfollows lines, dreams of new horizons spins and traces unknown spaces speculates about what might have been… (For Lens-Artists Challenge: Leading Lines)
“Be careful of the habits you make,” my father used to lecture, cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other. “They will either make of you a slave or a master.” Of course, I had no idea what he was talking about, and I hated that his sermons were always: “Do what I say, not […]
The snow has been falling all day, filling in the roads behind the plow’s efforts. I am a bit of wreck as I write this. Tomorrow, I am planning a surprise party for Ric’s 70th birthday. The hall is booked, and I’ve delegated all the pieces, but the guest list is shrinking as people are […]
Every time I hear a loon, I feel privileged. Definitely moments to cherish.
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You put freshness into my morning V.J.
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So beautiful V.J.!
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That is a fabulous gift to us.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure VJ
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Beautiful! Transports one to another world.
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Prompted by you! Thanks.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
On the Lake ….. by VJ Knutson
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To hear a loon is lovely, as well as your poem, V.J.
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Thanks Eugenia!
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You’re welcome. V.J.
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