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Mytwosentences 101
Two penniless families from under the overpass sipped cold tomato soup out of partially rusted cans that were discovered a day earlier by one of the shoeless children.
When the powerful food transport passed by, several ravenous kids ran after nothing more than the taunting and untouchable scent of fresh baked bread they would never taste.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
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“And I say to myself – what a wonderful world”
Ladybirds on my windowsill spearmint. As I was trying to get all 3 ladybugs in the picture at once, the other was on my English Lavender, the first butterfly of spring flew past (North Yorkshire).
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Urgency ushers itself upon us when the choking embers of camplight give way to the disorienting, dilating dusk within the woodlands.
Faint echoes amidst this forested twilight imminently become the crunchy, gelid compression of nearby footsteps that taint the sterility of fresh fallen snow.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Uma Mãozinha
Reblogged with kind permission.
race
on
the
beach
storm clouds gather –
to chase us home
~
Image courtesy David Forster
Hawthorn Haiku
the sun behind the
swaying hawthorn tree contrives
transparent leafglow
its shadow on the
wall conducts an orchestra
of soft woodwind boughs
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Great Gray Owl flying in snow
Hey everybody,
Sorry for the lack of recent updates. We’ve been really busy between the birds and driving. Amherst Island was a bit of a bust, but we’ve had great luck around Ottawa and Algonquin Provincial Park. I have tons to share over the next few days, but here’s a shot of a Great Gray Owl in the snow. I now love shooting birds in flight when it’s snowing. Also, I have an interesting story about this owl which I will share with you all in my next post.
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Reblogged with kind permission.
Everyone of them flew in with no pretense and ultimately all unkind words were forgotten.
For the very first time, breakfast with serendipity opened our hearts to caring for something greater than ourselves.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
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