Daily Photos for Friday Five

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Daily Photos for Friday

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“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept” Ansel Adams

Abandoned

Neglected and forgotten
Maybe even a little rotten
Someone had just dropped in
And ended up there squatting
But still saddened
And quite abandoned

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Daily Photos for Friday Four

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Daily Photos for Friday

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“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept” Ansel Adams

Summer Dwelling

My summer cottage
In the deepest of forests
It may not be snobbish
And it does not have a mortgage
Some say, demolish!
But I say, exotic!
For cuteness there is no shortage
No need for creature comforts
In my summer cottage

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Daily Photos for Friday Three

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Daily Photos for Friday

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“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept” Ansel Adams

Ruins

The remainders of times passed
Disappearing from sight very fast
Proves the point, that nothing lasts
…Forever

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Daily Photos for Friday Two

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Daily Photos for Friday

“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept” Ansel Adams

Light and Shadows

Swaying slowly
In the soft wind
Soaking up boldly
The rays of the sun
Until daylight dims
And finally gone

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Daily Photos for Friday One

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Daily Photos for Friday

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“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept” Ansel Adams

Secret Passage

“Colonel: [stuck in a time loop] If we don’t find a way out of this soon, I’m gonna lose it.
[Teal’c looks questioningly at him]
Colonel: Lose it… It means go crazy, nuts, insane, bonzo, no longer in possession of one’s faculties, three fries short of a Happy Meal, wacko”

Into a new world
We were slowly hurled
Through a secret passage way
For good this time to stay

“There is no way back”
Said Jack
As he his wristwatch checked
And adjusted his backpack

The wormhole had closed
All standing composed
Awaiting the proposed

“Let’s move on campers,
There is no room for slackers”
Walking towards the new world order
Without any defined borders

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