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Friday Photo – Dead Wood

Dead tree in the sun


in death it had a certain beauty
that almost matched it's life
silhouette upon a sunlit canvas
varicose veins across the sky
it’s gnarled and craggy fingers
forking tributaries unto high
clawing, reaching, fighting
for width, for space, for height
spreading, searching, writhing
in a twisted wave goodbye

– adapted from Dead Wood by sidewalk smudge

Portraits – Alisha

Baby Jane


And time flies…
The little mutt who would chase & hug little dogs outside my home has grown into a smart, beautiful, wonderfully poised woman.

Friday Photo – Flowers in a Field

Flowers


… I, always looking for that beautiful chance,
to pluck it and make it mine,
to leave all the other fields behind.

A flower so beautiful to a tear came to eye.
At peace I felt but still my soul did cry.
Millions of flowers why this and not other red, greens and blues?
If you must ask, that one flower was always you, only you.

–Flowers in a field, theyoungman