spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Black and white only. No explanations. All photos mine. ~tara ©2020
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Writer and Artist
a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
The Lies in the Skies Exposed
"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am..." --Maya Angelou
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A beautiful place to die… peacefully staring at the empty sky… a lonely place to figure this all out… if words only knew how to explain the feelings I have inside…. the question of heaven and hell…. wouldn’t need an answer…already found the place I want to be when I die… sitting among the rocks… looking out to sea… waiting for the sky to take me…
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I find your peaceful poem fits perfectly with this photograph. Thanks for that.
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Thank you for the inspiration…
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Seeing the water come in and then leave is so soothing. It lulls your anxious thoughts. Doesn’t it?
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It sure does. Very peaceful. One of my very favorite places in the world.
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Loved all 7 but this shoreline is my fav the bunny is 2nd
Great camera-eye you have
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Thanks Antony! I actually also posted over on Instagram the day I took this photo I also shot some video. It was so peaceful and healing that day. I thought the shot in B&W was kind of other-worldly in a way. (And I love the bunny pic too! 😍)
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Forgot to mention, your writings are superb.
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awwww thank you! I’m a fan of yours too 😊
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