“AS YE HAVE DONE UNTO THE LEAST OF THESE…”

The master storyteller told a story about a little 8 year old girl who was living in an orphanage.
She was extremely shy and very unattractive, the other children wouldn’t play with her and she was always alone, all of the time.

She was a problem to the teachers and the management of the institution sought to get rid of her, she had already been transferred twice.

At that particular home there was an iron-clad rule that any outside communication had to be censored by the director or the associate.

Late one afternoon this little girl climbed a tree whose branches hung over the main wall, she placed an envelope on a limb as, far out as she could possibly reach.

She had been watched by the director and when the girl had returned to her room the director, in the end most undignified fashion, climbed the tree and retrieved the mysterious message.

After she had read it, without a word, she passed it to her associate.
The letter read.

From Susan to anybody who reads this,

I love you…

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Just Another Drive By Shooting ~°•○●☆~

Frozen

THE FORGOTTEN BOOKS OF EDEN 

. BOOK I.CHAP. I.

The Crystal Sea.

The First Book Of Adam And Eve
This is a popularized translation of the OT pseudepigrapha, quasi-Biblical writings which never achieved canonical status (or inclusion in any of the official Apocrypha). This isn’t to say that these documents are forgeries, just that for one reason or another they were not considered part of the Biblical text by the first millenium (C.E.) compilers. This book contains translations of all of the texts found in volume I of the weighty Oxford University Press Apocrypha and Pseudepigrapha, without any of the apparatus.

God Commands Adam, Expelled From Eden, To Dwell In The Cave Of. Treasures.

ON the third day, God planted the garden in the east of the earth, on the border of the world eastward, beyond which, towards the sun-rising, one finds nothing but water, that encompasses the whole world, and reaches unto the borders of heaven.

2 And to the north of the garden there is a sea of wafer, clear and pure to the taste, like unto nothing else; so that, through the clearness thereof, one may

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look into the depths of the earth.

3 And when a man washes himself in it, becomes clean of the cleanness thereof, and white of its whiteness–even if he were dark.

4 And God created that sea of His own good pleasure, for He knew what would come of the man He should make; so that after he had left the garden, on account of his transgression, men should be born in the earth, from among whom righteous ones should die, whose souls God would raise at the last day; when they should return to their flesh; should bathe in the water of that sea, and all of them repent of their sins.

5 But when God made Adam go out of the garden, He did not place him on the border of it northward, lest he should draw near to the sea of water, and he and Eve wash themselves in it, be cleansed from their sins, forget the transgression they had committed, and he no longer reminded of it in the thought of their punishment.

6 Then, again, as to the southern side of the garden, God was not pleased to let Adam dwell there; because, when the wind blew from the north, it would bring him, on that southern side, the delicious smell of the trees of the garden.

7 Wherefore God did not put Adam there, lest he should smell the sweet smell of those trees forget his transgression, and find consolation for what he had done, take delight in the smell of the trees, and not be cleansed from his transgression.

8 Again, also, because God is merciful and of great pity, and governs all things in a way He alone knows–He made our father Adam dwell in the western border of the garden, because on that side the earth is very broad.

9 And God commanded him to dwell there in a cave in a rock–the Cave of Treasures below the garden.

STONES CAN’T LIE

This is a RePost from 2014

STONES CAN’T LIE

I used to scream so loud in the dead of night but no one could hear me.

I would never turn out the light in hopes that someone would find me.

Memory of a winter’s night.My heart was so cold it had turned to ice.

In summer it had thawed but, it had been hardened so long that it turned to stone.

I would tell you my heart was so sad and, that it hurt so bad but, that would not be true.

My heart was silent, for my spirit had died.

And the only thing I know is,

Stones can’t lie..

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ARIZONA FINDINGS~°•~

Infrared  — iblogstr8sicit’s Blog by Donna Bowles, Brown

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Simplicity ~°• — iblogstr8sicit’s Blog by Donna Bowles, Brown

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The Truth Is Always Simple

Luke 12:27- 40

27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

“WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE BREATH OF LIFE THAT YAHWEH BREATHED INTO MAN?”



In reference to, Genesis 2:7
GOD’S creation of man is astounding when we are able
fathom the significance of it all.
Let’s take a moment to analyze this extraordinary meaning of the “breath of life.”
“The LORD GOD formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the ~breath of life~ and man became a ~living being~ .
Living means ~spirit~
Being means ~soul~
So, GOD created us in HIS image and likeness with a spiritual soul, a mirrored reflection of GOD’S Image and likeness.
So, man, is a ~spiritual soul; moreover, GOD formed man as a duplicate of HIMSELF.
In essence of HIS SOUL, HIS reflection, HIS children with HIS precise genes, possibly his experiences, inheritors of his blessings and HIS kingdom and created in GOD’S exact image through HIS BREATH OF HIS LIFE.

We are GOD’S children, so we are children of the KING and are beneficiaries of the “CREATOR of EVERYTHING”

Also of interest, JESUS said that we are gods.

In Psalms 82:6-7 it says:

6. “I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.
7. “But ye shall die like men, and fall like one of the princes.”

“Like one of the princes?”
The Prince of peace possibly…?
JESUS?

This is only my opinion; however, could GOD desire for us to be so much alike that HE wanted us to experience everything the same, including physical experiences also…?

Prehaps GOD was parabolicly speaking in regards to our exactness in all things, in that HE died like a man as, we will die also.

So, again, a metaphor in reference to our likeness and exactness in ~all things~.not excluding physical death.
Just think about that for a moment….

We were created in HIS “image and LIKENESS.”
“THE PRINCE OF PEACE”
who died like a man as referenced above…
“But ye shall die like men, and fall like ~one of the princes.”~

John 16 :7-11
7. Nevertheless I tell you the truth; It is expedient for you that I go away: for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but if I depart, I will send him unto you.
8. And when he is come, he will reprove the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment:
9. Of sin, because they believe not on me;
10. Of righteousness, because I go to my Father, and ye see me no more;
11. Of judgment, because the prince of this world is judged.”
~He, the Prince was judged and Crucified ~

This analogy is my opinion only; however, it may be something to ponder…

Donna Bowles AKA Dee
(C) 07/2018

~THE SKY IS FALLING ~

My arms are tired from holding up the sky.

It’s falling and I can no longer abide.

Earthquakes break like dominoes.

Mountains shake and crumble in humility.

I can no longer outrun the earth’s collision.

Ocean waves once washed our shores.

But things have changed dramatically.

My tears wash out to sea.

Waves explode upon her shore.

Infecting sand upon our land.

As reckless captains do command.

Purging toxins she now bleeds.

Disease cries from sea to sea.

Fierce winds fuel a world on fire.

Our men are turned into war machines.

I cannot look another day.

For when I do my heart breaks in-two.

My hopes, my memories and all my dreams, crashing upon the oceans floor.

I need a miracle this very hour.

Take this cup from me I pray.

Heal our wounds and cleanse our land.

And Lord, one more thing before you go.

The sky is falling and, you see, this burden is too heavy for me.

Will you please hold it up for me?

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My arms are tired from holding up the sky

It’s falling and I can no longer abide

Earthquakes break like dominoes

Mountains shake and crumble in humility

I can no longer outrun the earths collide

Ships recklessly pollute our seas

The ocean had once washed our shores

But things have changed dramatically

As waves explode upon her chest

Infecting sand upon the land

As reckless captains do command

Purging toxins she now bleeds

Disease cries from sea to shore

Fierce winds fuel a world on fire

Our men are turned into war machines

I cannot look another day

For when I do my heart breaks in-two

It cracks and my faith pours out

I need a miracle this very hour

Take this cup from me I pray

Heal our scars

Cleanse our souls

And Lord, one more thing before you go…

The skyis falling and you see

This burden is…

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I LOVE PORTLAND OREGON 

ONLY IN PORTLAND

PORTLAND OREGON 

Another Drive By Shooting ~°•○●☆~

Watercolors ~°•○☆~

A day by the sea…

Just the two of us…

Just Another Drive By Shooting ~°•○●☆~

On the streets of Portland 

Just Another Drive By Shooting ~°•○●☆~

Only in Portland…

Only In Portland ~°•○☆~

Anticipation…

What’s waiting on the other side…

From, “Behind The Scenes” 

Just another drive by shooting…

Broken But Not Defeated 

Must Be The Clouds In My Eyes~°•.~

Amber Skies~°•○~

Failure Is A Matter of Perception ~°•○●☆~

“Allow them to take failure NOT as a measure of their worth, but as a chance for a new start.”

http://dartshq.net/tips-from-the-pros-john-lowe-2/

ARIZONA FINDINGS~°•~

Adobe PhotoShop 

Allowing Others To Take My Serenity 

When I allow others to take my Serenity the power to be who I am, is really in the hands of others. 
Thank You God for reminding me, in Jesus Name, amen

Looking At The World In Faith~

A safety net encircles a tinted bottle, created in a moment of faith.

A restoration of vision in a world that is blind.

Believe, just believe, and you too will find…

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~ Entropy ~

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~His Journey~

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~Envision~

I’ve been trying to master watercolor for about a year. This is my eleventh attempt.  I’m starting to get the hang of it.

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~Family Reunion~

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“Why waste your time looking up your family history, just go into politics and they’ll do it for you. ”
~Mark Twain~

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~Train Art~

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~The Cinema~

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~Silenced~

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~Imagine ~

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~Oregon Coast~

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~I left my heart in Portland Oregon~

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Just returned from a month visit from Portland Oregon where my kids and grandkids reside.  It was a good reminder of what I love and miss the most.  Family and Portland. We are moving back soon.  Home is where the heart is and my heart lives in Portland.

The breweries, the art, and the atmosphere of freedom. What a beautiful place it is…

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~Southern Pacific~

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~Illusion~

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~Another day~

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~The Desert through my eyes~

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~Another beautiful day~

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~The railroad~

“This is our history – from the Transcontinental Railroad to the Hoover Dam, to the dredging of our ports and building of our most historic bridges – our American ancestors prioritized growth and investment in our nation’s infrastructure.”
~Cory Booker~

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~B&W VS Color~

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~Confined~

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~Abandoned~

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~wild flowers~

On my way home yesterday I noticed the landscape was filled with the warmth and colors of spring. The entire desert seemed to be decorated over night by the hand of God. What a lovely sight.
I was compelled to pull off the highway to snap some shots.

As Louis Armstrong suggested in his song…
“it’s a wonderful world,” and, that it is…

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~B&W~

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~St. Patrick’s day hike~

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~Texas Hill Quarry~

Just another rock hound day at the Texas Hill Quarry in Arizona.  Tinker loved it. She’s such a good hiking friend.

My dog creates a soft rhythm in my heart


~Dawna Bowles~

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~Reflections~

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Storms

of

my

past

A

hunting

A

memory

Of

long

ago

Follow

When

I

allow

Clouds

To

Blur

My

Vision

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~The beauty in the midst of the storm~

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After the desert storm…



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~Desert landscape~

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~This evening skies~

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Wild memories

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How they linger…

~There’s no place like home~

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~I’ve been hiding in the wilderness~

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~Desert rocks~

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~Railroad Reflections~

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~Drive by shootings~

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~B&W Things~

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~Cacti perspectives~

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Arizona winter cacti

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~Regarding the railroad~

“This is our history – from the Transcontinental Railroad to the Hoover Dam, to the dredging of our ports and building of our most historic bridges – our American ancestors prioritized growth and investment in our nation’s infrastructure.”
~Cory Booker~

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I just couldn’t let this year end without posting one last train photograph.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

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~I’m painting my old shed~

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I am painting my shed. I finished one side today. Have three more to do. I was so sick of looking at old metal that I decided to do something, other then complain, about it. Staying in the solution.
Another beautiful day here. 58° and sunny. Life is good.

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~Cacti~

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~Regarding dogs~

A dog knows everything about you

And loves you regardless

Unconditionally forever and always

No matter what

She knows you better than you know yourself

Dogs are like that

Angels in disguise

A girl’s best friend

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Rush hour traffic in the desert~

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~Under the bridge~

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~Uninvited guests~

Are reluctantly welcomed…

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~Drive by shootings~

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~Regarding propaganda of war~

“One of the most horrible features of war is that all the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.”
George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia, 1938

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I used to feel small and insignificant

Until I took a photograph

of my shadow

I felt a sense of greatness

When I posted my shadow on the wall

Photography is like that…

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Regarding The Railroad

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“The Railroad is an therapeutic map for me to find my peace.”

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~In Living Color ~

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Color eases our perceptions

It reveals all truth o itself

Unlike a black and white photograph

That persuades us to analyze

What we have envisioned

Its message to be

Then when we are convinced of it

We awake the next day

Only to find that it has changed

While we were sleeping

In living Color…

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B&W photography & life

“There is a gray area between the black and the white, and it’s called balance.”

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“The things I see sway me to become better, See more, and believe.”

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~Peace~

Serenity is to find Peace in the midst of the storm.”

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~Disconnected~

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~Yuma Hot Air balloon~

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~Sunset~

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A sunset is a preparation for night

Also a memorial for today

Night sets the stage

For morning’s sun rise

Darkness can be a solace

When you realize

It is always darkest

Just before the dawn

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~Watercolor~

This is my third attempt at water color.
I think I’m getting a little closer to my goal. 

I ran it through PhotoShop a few times to see what would happen.  It was fun:)

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~Regarding Art~

“Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.”
~George Bernard Shaw~

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“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.”
~Pablo Picasso~

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~Carmine stains~

Trains

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Delivering

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Merchandise without names

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Made by absent faces crying in the rain forever…

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~Artist~4~Peace~

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I paint what I can’t express in words

I write what I can not paint

Drops of paint drip off my brush

As rain runs down my window

Blurring my perception

of what I think I see

My brush caresses with colors

In a memory of uncertainties

Upon an empty canvas

willing to be free

I now sit alone with thoughts

That have no place to go

They slam against my chest

Shooting pains into my heart

That take away my breath

Purging what I’ve hidden

Deep inside of me

unto a sarcastic template

Insisting words that I should see

Fonts in Braille as I tap reluctantly

I turn my head away

As a pianist’s fingers

Pounding chopsticks on the keys

So is my will to remember

My lost forgotten dreams

How did you know

Where to find me

I was lost so long ago

A confirmation that art

Wakes a sleeping soul

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~Moon Beams~

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Moon beams a bequeath of vision

As the night unfolds

Elimination of fears unknown

A colored space of light

In a blackness of time

Do not be fooled by what you feel

Sometimes our fears are so unreal

Perceptions of dark maybe

Is an absence of light

Dark is only a limited reflection

Of its ability to absorb

A mirrored perception

Do not fear in the darkest hour

Faith is the substance of things unseen

Follow

Him

And

just

believe

It’s

Time

Can you see…?

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A troubled girl by a troubled world…

My sister painted me today

She was troubled by the state of our

world in so many ways

She said painting takes it all away

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So here I am

Used as a canvas

As a healer of pain…

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Heaven in the mirror…

May be closer than it appears…

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I was wondering…

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What makes a man refuse to see

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Why can he look up in the sky and see the clouds and still not see the light

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Or smell the grass

Or feel the breeze

Or touch the blue

Of the Skies

Why

Oh

Why…

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Rumbles in the still of the night…

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Trembling in your dreams…

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~A feeling without evidence~

Will persuade you to awareness

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In your search for truth and…

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Can be painfully obvious when discovered.

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~Train Art~

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Arizona style…

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Capture time…

A photograph is a feeling about an awareness of something inside you that you always wanted to know, yet the more you feel it, the less you  understand it, but long to…

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And you continue to capture particles of time and awareness of the moment

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Your photograph is a reflection of who you are, or maybe what you want to be, or where you can go…

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At times you get lost, and you are glad because if you didn’t, it wouldn’t be worth the journey…

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Time has come and gone…

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Decorated Dam

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Seashells serve the dam as a decor, cleverly laid upon the banks for the eye of the lens to adore.

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Dawna Bowles published from Iblogstr8sicit.WordPress.com copyright 2014

Bridge to peace

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A place to hide and feel what I  never could

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Escape from the other side where things are not what they seem

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I used to believe I had no place to go

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But I found this perfect place inside

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Under here…in 1904

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Damn Landfill…:)

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Arizona mud resulting in the exhumation of millions of mollusk shells.

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Under the bridge…

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Art is what gets us beyond what is real. It makes reality more real. It also shortens the distance we gotta travel to see how connected we are.
(Laura Pritchett, Sky Bridge: A Nove)

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Dawna Bowles published from Iblogstr8sicit.WordPress.com copyright 2014