Desperation
Feeling Hollow

the falling.the falling
the falling
through the night the blossoms beyond my window let loose their stems and plummet to the lawn one by one. i can neither see nor hear the snap
from the stem that must precede the quick
fall past leaves, the collision against the ground that scarcely rustles blades of grass and clover.
but i know -- they are slipping
past me like thieves among shadows, carrying spring
away with them, sometimes singly, or in duet, or one right a
gonna check your gallery
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visit my
the chi chi mafia [link]
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Daydreams are my mini getaways.........
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I saw Elvis. He sat between me and bigfoot on the UFO.
I plan on commenting on your stuff soon ... i've been working my way slowly through the submissions people on my Watch made when I was in Australia and haven't gotten to yours yet. I'm on a dialup right now so haven't been online a lot.
To answer your question about what kind of camera I use, it's just a little autofocus Minolta. I'd love to learn "real" photography someday, but that'll have to wait till I have more time and money. Hopefully some summer I'll be able to take a class or two in it.
Thanks so much for all the wonderful feedback!
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:iconmelorah-viollet: my lovely concubine
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"There is good art, great art, and art that does not interest you. Bad art is the province of snobs" - Robt. Williams
I love the baby feet pic.!
and I would say that pic. are like writting as far as practice goes...learn from others and find your flow...
good to hear about someone spending quality mother daughter time..it's much needed.
robin
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"both hands... now use both hands.. no don't close your eyes I am writting graffitte on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we try" ani D
and thanks for the lovely comment, too.
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