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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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
The truth is always simple
The journey is not
Humans complicate
The result
Common core
A lost society
That can’t find its way home
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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Another beautiful day in the desert. 62° and sunny.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Are reluctantly welcomed…
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“When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.”
~Jimi Hendrix~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
There’s a hole in the sky
where my heart fell through
It fell to earth and broke
For you…
……………………………….
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“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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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Last night I was driving
Against a most lovely storm
Silhouetted by the sunset
Rendering hope
As the sunset found serenity
In the midst of the storm
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
The brazen scorn of the desert
Can seem punishing
Although we must ask ourselves
Is truth a punishment
If we choose to look its way
There’s a certain beauty
Even in the face of shame
The sun’s wrath to some
May be seen as a curse
But to others it may be a gift
In our deepest hour of despair
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“The Railroad is an therapeutic map for me to find my peace.”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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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[by Donnaa Bowles (C)2014]
Tinker had eaten a little bit too much turkey on thanksgiving.
She is so fat she can’t fit into her winter clothes from last year.
I had to get her a new outfit yesterday at the Ross.
I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since I adopted her from the animal shelter. I remember when I first set eyes on her she was so tiny/skinny and frightened.
The pound attendant said they had found her running wild in the city of Yuma. She was living on the streets for thanksgiving last year. It breaks my heart to think of it.
Alone, starving, and certainly terrified!
I look at her now and she’s so contented. Always happy and just a precious addition to our family. I’m so thankful to have spent this Thanksgiving with her. She ate until she was full, well, maybe over full, but don’t we all overeat on the Holidays. Then she climbed into her new fluffy winter bed and, well, here are the pictures, see for yourself if you think maybe she ate too much.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“There is a gray area between the black and the white, and it’s called balance.”
“The things I see sway me to become better, See more, and believe.”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“Serenity is to find Peace in the midst of the storm.”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Leaves a raging sky…
A Divided nation…
With
Lies
Now
Lies
Broken…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
This poem is such a inspiration. I adopted my chihuahua last December. I never thought I would want to own a chihuahua; however, I walked through the pound 3 times. All the dogs were barking and excited. Then I notice a tiny little chihuahua (Tinker) in the corner. She was just looking up at me with her big sweet eyes. She wasn’t barking or wagging her tail. Just looking.
I felt her spirit at that moment. A broken spirit and a broken heart. She had given up. I knew she needed me, and I needed her.
We have had many miles of love in our new journey.
Adoption is the most beautiful thing you can do.
My sweet little Tinker all cuddled up in her new, soft, warm bed.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Our sky is on fire…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“Reputation is what men and women think of us; character is what God and angels know of us.”
~Thomas Paine~
“A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right.”
~Thomas Paine~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Alone I watch the desert skies
Wondering where you are and how you arrived…
I continue to wait for you to fly and rest from your journey
Like you used to when you were tired of flying against the wind
This time you’re really flying high
You have probably forgotten
where you are and where you’re going
I’m sure by now that you cannot find
Your way home
Yet I wait
Why…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
His map in his hand
A dream in his heart
A familiar feeling of long ago
Yesterday seems so far away
On a paper map without a soul
He knows each road
Will lead him to a dead end
Where a house sets alone
Wearing a sign that reads
Condemned…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
The night of broken glass
Repeats itself
A diversion seized
Our memories
A history of Humanity
Spoken in darkness
Relentless war raging
While a nation cries
In a world on fire
We burn…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
He travels many miles.
He stops only to find the birds have eaten the crumbs he dropped along the way.
The countless meals he ate in silence.
He knows now that there is no map to return.
He finds a new road.
He finds himself as one with isolation.
Peace reassures him that,
He is on the right path.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
The only thing left is a red tint of memory
A dark shadow on my wall
A shattered mirror
Where your broken spirit used to appear
Narcissistically…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Once upon a time, a mother made her son a wristband. On it was written: WWJD? This, of course stood for: “What Would Jesus Do?” She instructed her son to look at the wristband before making decisions on how to live his Christian life.
A week later she was shocked to see that her son had become friends with prostitutes, was hanging out with ‘sinners’ — even buying people another round of beers!
Worse still, he had walked into their church the previous Sunday and tore down the book store, overturned the tables and threw the cash register through the window, he then made a whip and chased the pastor out of the building, declaring he was turning God’s house into a den of thieves.
Most shocking was what happened when his mother went to picket the local abortion clinic. To her embarrassment, her son was also there, but he was standing with the women who just had an abortion, and yelled at the protesters: “You who are without sin, throw the first stone!”
The mother was very distressed, but fortunately she found a solution to this terrible problem. She made another wristband, this time it read: WWAPD? This, she explained to her son, stood for: “What Would A Pharisee Do?” She took the old WWJD? wristband and burned it.
Since her son has been wearing the new wristband, looking at it to help him make his decisions, he has become a dedicated tither, a public prayer warrior, an active condemner of ‘sinners,’ judges with wrath, and has a great reputation as a godly young man amongst other religious people.
Needless to say, the mother is very happy now. She only wishes Jesus would take notice and follow her son’s good example.
~Mick Rooney~
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[by Donna Brown Bowles (C)2014]
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[by Donna Brown Bowles (C)2014]
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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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
I have returned
But you’re not here
When I left you said…
Oh never mind
I don’t want to remember
It’s been too long
Although I must say
I wished you would have stayed
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.”
~George Bernard Shaw~
“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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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Where did I go
I was in the middle of finding
The most beautiful part of me
A diversion led me away
When I returned
I had lost something
Something so profound
Now there are only fragments
Scattered in my mind
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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 too heavy
Will you hold it up for me?
Another night slips in with uncertainties.
A world on fire burning with lies.
A nation torn apart by greed.
Thunder rumbles… dividers they conquer.
Do not attend their battle.
Turn your head away.
Do not look to the left nor the right.
Look straight ahead and believe.
Winds will blow that you cannot control.
But you can adjust the winds in your sails.
It is only a distraction and a wicked scheme.
Its purpose is to steal your peace and love.
Then break your heart and steal your dreams.
Continue to believe in love.
This is of the utmost importance in this final hour.
Remember this night before you sleep.
Everything is going to be exactly the way it is supposed to be and, God has a plan for your life.
You are loved beyond measure.
And soon you will be set free.
Be still…
Believe…
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[by Donna Bowles (C)2014]
You are my comfort
And my strength
I believe in peace and love
I know that your word is true
I believe that the end is near
I read the end of the book and I know who wins
Love wins
And God is love and love never fails…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
I was awakened in the night
By roars of monstrous sounds
Pounding over my pillow
Crashing through my skies
Rendered thoughts…no…no…no
It cannot be time
I heard boots marching
Choppers thundering
Screams of innocence
It is too late to run
But somehow I knew
It wasn’t to late to fly
I covered my head
I said a prayer
I tried to make believe
it was only a dream
But I knew it was the final nightmare
So I believed that I could fly
As I had practiced many times
In my dreams throughout my life
My memories gave me faith
Faith became light
Light became hope
Hope became courage
Courage became wings
That lifted me up above
All the cries of Humanity
And all that refused to fly
All death that was smitten
By those who came
To kill steal and destroy
One will be taken
And one will be left…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Nothing changes if nothing changes.
I’m not sure if I can express what’s in my heart. All I know is that it feels like broken glass and it ripping me a-part.
A-part of me wants to be set free. Yet a part of me is afraid.
I read and search beyond the scenes, behind the stage where lies are practiced to deceive. A media without consciousness, lusting for blood, death and power, for anyone who might interfere.
Many are willing to be sacrificial lambs. Eager to please, in exchange for popularity and exceptance. Willing to slay their own, for monetary gain. They sleep well, and moan in their secret dreams.
Many are unaware. They are trapped, and are intimidated into sharing a feast with hungry wolves that duel upon their breast, and leave them feeling defiled.
Many know, as I, but do nothing to stop them. We write, read, paint, create, and photograph to excape. The ugliest truths that were ever told.
We read political propaganda, and know it’s a lie, as it eats like a cancer into our consciousness, and rapes our minds. Creating a great divide, between the truth, and the red tides of death that crush our hearts and silence our screams!
I hate how I feel! I just want to run as
long as it takes, to stop feeling, and knowing all that I do. It is so sorreal!
Why am I paralyzed?
Why are you?
Why do I wait for the slaughter?
Why do you?
When will I stand?
When will you?
When will I fight?
When will you?
When will we take back our land?
When it’s too late?
The time has come and…!
Very soon it will be gone…!
Wake up and take a stand!!!!
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
I went to bed last night
And I fell asleep
I fell…
And fell…
Into my dream absent of time
When Your heart was free
Your spirit was kind
Serenity and peace
Set you apart
I was frightened
I tried to escape
I screamed…)))))
And when I awoke
You were standing over me
Holding a mirror so I could see
Dreams…
What do they mean…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
It’s been a long time
Since I have heard from you
Memories cloud my eyes
It’s true…you are really gone…
When you left you took my heart with you
Could you mail it back…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“It is better to hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
~Andre Gide~
I heard a knock in the night
Who could this be…
I answered with a shout
My gun in hand
Ready for a bout
Who is it I protested
A voice replied
Just
checking
to
see
if
you
were
Awake…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
I closed my tired eyes one night.
Exhausted by the sight of our world.
Disease of deception crept in.
When I awoke, years had passed.
What happened?
How could this be?
Why did you let this occur?
Why didn’t anyone stop them?
We are prisoners of the enemy!
A thousand hollow eyes stare back at me.
One man speaks out…
“The barb wire protects us from the enemy!”
I look around as to find a way out.
Another demands, “This is a new America!”
The “puppets” shout, “Yes we can.”
I stand in protest; I run!
An American soldier slams
A gun into my chest…!
“Relax, you’re not going anywhere!”
“You’re one of the reasons we’re all here!”
“No, I exclaimed, you can’t blame this on me!”
I’m sure it was planned by the enemy!
The soldier raised his brow, and glared a chilling stare then turned his head to hide the tears.
HE said,
“The American troops were sent away in order to train foreign troops, to conquer our land and we had no way to let you know.A lie is all that you were told because of the media blackouts around the world. All communication was blocked by Bush and Obama alike. NOTHING was done to execute their plan!”
“But I was sleeping”, I exclaimed!
His tears fell into my heart…
While a sleeping nation fell a-part…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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“If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and man.”
~Mark Twain~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Burn our books,
Limit our freedoms
Deny our inalienable rights
You will never possess
The wisdom of our minds
Nor the freedom of our spirit’s
We are not bound by this world
Our allegiance is omnipresent
A light you cannot see…
We are free….
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Trains
Delivering
Merchandise without names
Made by absent faces crying in the rain forever…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
If I cry out in Your Name
Would You hear my burden
And take away their pain
Only You know what they’ve been through
Will You hold and protect them
Your mercy I know it’s true
I need a miracle this very hour
Grant them a vision
So they might see
The love they long for is endless in Thee
Touch their hearts and heal their minds
The price You paid was not in vain
You conquered death
So that they might live
I cannot watch them die another day
Father I lay them in Your arms
With my one last breath
I turn my head and walk away
My thoughts…
“I understand now how You felt…”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
As I consider the heavens in my sky
I ponder as to where
This place is we call heaven
My thoughts propose
Surely an impossibility
I sit in silence for a moment in why
Aware the greatest distance
Is between my head and my heart
Awaiting an answer…
An aura of heaven confirms it is real
Peace encircles a doubtful heart
The breath of angels wisps
In a breeze caressing my soul
Heaven is how you feel
When everything else is so unreal
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Don’t want to be left behind…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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
So here I am
Used as a canvas
As a healer of pain…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
This is by far the biggest ant hill I have ever seen. Just goes to show that in fact, hard work pays off. They have built an ant castle:)
Amazing!
“It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?”
~Henry David Thoreau~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
May be closer than it appears…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
What makes a man refuse to see
Why can he look up in the sky and see the clouds and still not see the light
Or smell the grass
Or feel the breeze
Or touch the blue
Of the Skies
Why
Oh
Why…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.”
~Abraham Lincoln~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Trembling in your dreams…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Will persuade you to awareness
In your search for truth and…
Can be painfully obvious when discovered.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
~Mark Twain~
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“Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes time and annoys the pig.”
~Mark Twain~
Carry the message of love to those that want to learn.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
What is real
Your words
Hit my chest
Cracked my heart
Open
Just enough
To let you in
And I am now able to touch
What I never could..
Feel…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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…
And you continue to capture particles of time and awareness of the moment
Your photograph is a reflection of who you are, or maybe what you want to be, or where you can go…
At times you get lost, and you are glad because if you didn’t, it wouldn’t be worth the journey…
Time has come and gone…
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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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A place to hide and feel what I never could
Escape from the other side where things are not what they seem
I used to believe I had no place to go
But I found this perfect place inside
Under here…in 1904
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Arizona mud resulting in the exhumation of millions of mollusk shells.
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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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I’m not the only person who likes bridges 🙂 this is a interesting shot 🙂
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
And I’m glad it’s not a train this time.
Relief…
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In between classes, it’s nice to find a shade tree, and bench for resting.
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A little humor is good for the soul.
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Published on WordPress
By Donna Brown Bowles
DESTINY
Awakened in a dream.
A reminiscence of lapsed time.
A mirrored reflection.
When summer lasted for years.
Wild flowers in fields of gold.
Reflecting all the stories told.
Vivid rainbows after a storm.
A promise to all who had known..
When the sun out shined the winters cold.
When I had the wings to fly.
Clouds began to cry.
Alone, their tears fell.
Then they took away my sky.
Pain cut deep within my soul.
In preparation for my journey that lied ahead.
It is my road alone.
I must trudge in isolation.
A road less travelled.
A destiny till my end.
God, will You hold my hand?
~Donna Brown Bowles (C)
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[by Donna Bowles (C)2014]
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“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever. . . it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”
~Aaron Sussman~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“You don’t take a photograph. You borrow it, when you capture a moment of time and savour it.”
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“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.”
~Ansel Adams~
“There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.”
[~Ansel Adams~1902 – 1984]
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls!”
~Ted Grant~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
http://graffitiluxandmurals.com/
Visit this page to view an extraordinary display of street art.
It’s absolutely beautiful!
Graffiti Lux and Murals
Luxuriating in Ephemeral Art
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“Our spirits are like a body of water, when they are still they best reflect the heavens.”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“When words become unclear, I shall focus on photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
~Ansel Adams~
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
“Watson, … if I can get a mechanism which will make a current of electricity vary in its intensity, as the air varies in density when a sound is passing through it, I can telegraph any sound, even the sound speech.”
~Alexander Graham Bell~
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