OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
Hanging around
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
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A great one!
Excellent! Love the photo, too.
:-)
ha!
Glitter. Yes. Hard to leave that behind.
I love (and relate to) the sentiment.
I think the last sentence works very well. “Glitter” and “Gone” are an unexpected and effective rhythmic combination that evoke (for me) both cowboys and glam-rock roadies.
That said, I’d like to share a flask of whiskey with the one who’s doing the “figuring.”
Well done!
Thanks, y’all. I should say that this was indirectly prompted by a recent post over at the cassandra pages, when Beth mentioned that her husband, a professional photographer, was never satisfied with his attempts to capture ice storms on film. I know exactly what he means.
Ken – “Both cowboys and glam-rock roadies,” eh? That’s good to hear! The conquistadors certainly were the first cowboys, some of them. I mean, literally as well as figuratively.
I’d like to pack away my glitter and run. Very far.
These trees look very insulated with moist cold. I can feel the thick cold all around them.