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“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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“Poetry is a dream which gives us vision; photography is a reflection of our dreams that give us hope.”
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“Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.”
~Dwight D. Eisenhower~
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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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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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Storms
of
my
past
A
hunting
A
memory
Of
long
ago
Follow
When
I
allow
Clouds
To
Blur
My
Vision
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~Desert landscape~
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How they linger…
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~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 am going home because that’s where my heart lives..
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Merry Christmas everyone! I have been so busy with my crafts that I have neglected my WordPress. Finishing up with dinner today and I’ll be back in the saddle again. Hope everyone is having a blessed Christmas.
“I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.”
~Charles Dickens~
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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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Another beautiful day in the desert. 62° and sunny.
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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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There’s a hole in the sky
where my heart fell through
It fell to earth and broke
For you…
……………………………….
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“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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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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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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“Serenity is to find Peace in the midst of the storm.”
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Leaves a raging sky…
A Divided nation…
With
Lies
Now
Lies
Broken…
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Our sky is on fire…
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“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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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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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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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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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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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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the way love used to be…
visionless they wandered
Far beyond the sea
The desert has no lighthouse
How were they to see
Swallowed by deficiencies of their souls
Silent screams in a
Starless night or so it seemed
Without a struggle or fight
They absorb light
Without reflecting any rays
Lacking in hue and brightness
Ebony and ivory vanished in their day
Their melody stopped for
It was the end of their song…
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~°•○☆~smiles~☆○••~
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Sizzling Susie’Q
Ebony-lies
Green bay slacker
Blue’zie babe
Babe’zie red’hot
Chocolate kiss
Lucie lavender
Turquoise teezz…
Golden-girl
Here’2*please’zz
Must-tan-sally
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I have been standing here for many years
Never once received a ((hug))
It brings me to a puddle of tears
The cars stop at my solider arm
Ignoring truth they’re feeling fine
Does anyone see my broken heart
Just one big ((hug)) a fresh new start
Please…
I
Just
Need
One
Big
Squeeze))))))))
Two friends
Part in the desert sand
One in mourning
Of his long lost friend
The other moves on
To imprison another man
Deserted
Barren
And
Depleted
You
Will
Be
If
Your
Desires
Crave
The
Desert
Void
Absentee
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New York or bust…
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This is a repost. It is one of many photos I accidentally deleted.
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Forever
On mother earths bronzed body
Deserted
Heated
Loved
And needed…
Serenity
Nightingale
Rustic
Goldie
Hazel
Bluebonnet
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Q. Can you describe the scenes of the desert storm ?
A. Ex. 1.
Ex. 2
Ex. 3.
We just lost this case…
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My wants are not met
My needs are
I feel as one with a lonely star
Perennials breathe life into me
I see the forest through the trees
I am one with nature eternally
I’m alone among the tumbleweeds
I’m not lonely for I can see
No monetary lust a need
Abundant peace simplicity
A gentle breeze caresses me
Pearl of innocence my destiny
Mountains valleys desert breeze
A sky that sets my spirit free
Love wins
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Abandoned, deserted, forsaken and torn, I was grateful for an ability to see and adorn.
Biodegradable awaiting their storm.
They anticipate in silence as they fade with a mourn,
A decade of waiting
they will be reborn
Invisible particles an atom reformed
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My morning strolls keep me greatful
All these lovely desert plants entice me to be better
Today is the first day of the rest of my life
I will make it count
I will do the next right thing
I will focus on the good
And it will get better
If I choose to focus on the bad
It will get worse
I won’t
I will choose to have a nice day
Unless I make other plans
I won’t
I love me
And I love you
Love is what we came here for
The truth is always simple
Take time to smell the flowers
Deserts warm breeze
The forest
And the trees
The moisture in Japan
The mountains and the sea
The spirit of truth and peace
Our worldwide lovely bloggers
On WordPress
That we have been so blessed to read
Just smile one world you and me
Live free
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These trees how the set me free
Release my sin
Darkness creeps
Take my breath
My trees resuscitates my life
I’m free
I’m free
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