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Writing Prompts
My photographs are prompts.
Give me a place to start.
What words come to mind?
Do they take me back in time?
Is the scene new or
something I've been through?
Will you see the connection or
have I gone to a place only I can inhabit?
Abandoned Bobbers
get caught up in their work.
Hang out on their own,
but aren't really alone.
They remain on display
for the people who walk by each day.
Grow Down
Branches can grow down.
Have leaves that flourish.
Still create a breeze.
Provide rest stops for birds.
Let squirrels run around.
Thrive at their own level.
If The Sun Has The Blues
It will dim its light.
Let the gray clouds
surround it.
Start to set knowing
it will rise tomorrow.
Winter Art
There are breaks in the frozen lake.
They create various shapes.
Some long lines that branch out.
Some pencil thin ones that are hard to see.
They reconfigure throughout the days
until they finally melt away.
