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<b> </b><i>intentional camera movement</i><b> </b>≈</p><h2 id="8857">Headless horseman, not spiritual call-to-action, yes!</h2><p id="0931">Lead with your heart <i>for </i> a soul’s clarity of mind my intuition suggests.</p><p id="c461">Stay honest, devoted true <i>to</i> loyal blue knight, brave horse within.</p><p id="0623">Harness unbridled energy daylily orange optimism green-leafed life <i>for</i> growth, balance, and renewal.</p><p id="96fe">Brave, heart strong, commit to your truth, charge fearlessly forward trust light trails all is in motion big change is on the way.</p><figure id="7dca"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*0nuCvX2IfaWPpt7Lmc8y6g.jpeg"><figcaption>© <a href="undefined">pockett dessert</a>, slugs</figcaption></figure><p id="6fb7"><i>№.33</i><b> <i>out of your element</i></b><i> go ahead, get uncomfortable</i> ≈</p><p id="c703"><b>One</b> step forward <i>gross! </i> <b>two</b> steps back <b>three</b>-inch long, legless gastropods —slimy <a href="https://escargot-world.com/is-a-slug-a-bug/">slugs</a> feast underneath my compost bin!</p><p id="f518">Decided to give composting another go.<i> Thanks, <a href="undefined">🌬️Mitch</a>, for the nudge.</i></p><p id="dc2c">Do coffee grounds really deter slugs, or is it just a myth? The rich taste of espresso grounds these two cannot resist. Garlic next, natural pest control test.</p><p id="6dc7">— PS Said <i>sayonara!</i> This is my garden—leave, <i>please.</i> Hubby dropped them off, long live in the forest, peace.</p><figure id="daf6"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*o4VhriHXv4Me-MDMRNSslQ.jpeg"><figcaption>© <a href="undefined">pockett dessert</a>, portrait</figcaption></figure><p id="e7cb"><i>№.34</i><b> </b><i>portrait of a friend human or not</i> ≈</p><p id="bb0d">Shadow play, light reflections green hair trailing, face painted turquoise.</p><p id="0386"><i>Did you just shed a tear?</i></p><p id="9853">—</p><h2 id="a293">19,200 photos missing</h2><p id="e687">after dec # Options luttering clearing away from my Recents folder viewed did not know the system purged, deleted treasured photos gone forever when I emptied the Trash.</p><p id="259d">Is it all water under the bridge now?</p><p id="457c">Feeling №31, river rising, art submerging teetering on one bank bridge over troubled waters, premonition?</p><p id="ddee">No need to answer this just yet—not today. My heart needs a rest.</p><figure id="49fd"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*vbbxg01XdDZPzT8H_0ZTVA.jpeg"><figcaption>© <a href="undefined">pockett dessert</a>, monochrome memories</figcaption></figure><p id="c1ba"><i>№.35</i><b> </b><i>monochrome</i> ≈</p><h2 id="931e">On the edge rests a hat, black and white.</h2><p id="2d2e">Soft tweed feminine curves sepia-toned memories <i>of</i> a summer romance past.</p><p id="4b24"><b>“By the look in your eye </b>I can tell you’re gonna cry. <i>Is it over me? </i> If it is, save your tears. For I’m not worth it, you see. I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam. Wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home.” <i> — <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wherever_I_Lay_My_Hat_(That%27s_My_Home)">Marvin Gaye</a>, Wherever I Lay My Hat, Lyrics</i></p><p id="60d7"><i>With thanks</i> to <a href="undefined">Rodrigo S-C</a> and the editorial team at <a href="https://medium.com/full-frame">Full Frame</a>.</p><div id="8684" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/52-weeks-photography-project-5e4d00b7e90"> <div> <div> <h2>52 Weeks Photography Project</h2> <div><h3>The August Edition.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ho-ib1Xbm0BaT5Sca0XudA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="946c">©18.09.2023 <a href="undefined">pockett dessert</a>. All Rights Reserved. 🧿</p></article></body>

PHOTOGRAPHY | ART | PROMPT

August Musings: Graffiti Life, Heart Blurs, A Headless Horseman, and Water Under The Bridge

Creative Expressions: A 52-Week Photography Project | August Edition

№.31 street art, graffiti or not ≈

Graffiti artists

brave the elements, leave their mark, covert spray-painting sessions transform the underbelly of a bridge overnight.

Did their hearts race? Were they hesitant to step out, balance, teeter on a narrow ledge edge, rushing swollen river below?

Did the cicada’s droning drown out their every movement, relentless as the summer heat, sweat heavy in the air, out there on a dry riverbed, bare, barely a trickle left?

B-r-r-r the sound of shivering! artists familiar with aching numb fingers winter warriors brave snow—chill on ice.

The lengths artists will go to for their artistic expression. Does anyone else relate?

№.32 intentional camera movement ≈

Do you feel a sense of wonder, watching the ever-shifting panorama of life flowing by?

Trees, water, sky ghost impressions an abstract sunset mélange mesmerizing blur blend of colour, line, form.

№.32 intentional camera movement ≈

Headless horseman, not spiritual call-to-action, yes!

Lead with your heart for a soul’s clarity of mind my intuition suggests.

Stay honest, devoted true to loyal blue knight, brave horse within.

Harness unbridled energy daylily orange optimism green-leafed life for growth, balance, and renewal.

Brave, heart strong, commit to your truth, charge fearlessly forward trust light trails all is in motion big change is on the way.

№.33 out of your element go ahead, get uncomfortable ≈

One step forward gross! two steps back three-inch long, legless gastropods —slimy slugs feast underneath my compost bin!

Decided to give composting another go. Thanks, 🌬️Mitch, for the nudge.

Do coffee grounds really deter slugs, or is it just a myth? The rich taste of espresso grounds these two cannot resist. Garlic next, natural pest control test.

— PS Said sayonara! This is my garden—leave, please. Hubby dropped them off, long live in the forest, peace.

№.34 portrait of a friend human or not ≈

Shadow play, light reflections green hair trailing, face painted turquoise.

Did you just shed a tear?

—

19,200 photos missing

after decluttering clearing away from my Recents folder viewed did not know the system purged, deleted treasured photos gone forever when I emptied the Trash.

Is it all water under the bridge now?

Feeling №31, river rising, art submerging teetering on one bank bridge over troubled waters, premonition?

No need to answer this just yet—not today. My heart needs a rest.

№.35 monochrome ≈

On the edge rests a hat, black and white.

Soft tweed feminine curves sepia-toned memories of a summer romance past.

“By the look in your eye I can tell you’re gonna cry. Is it over me? If it is, save your tears. For I’m not worth it, you see. I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam. Wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home.” — Marvin Gaye, Wherever I Lay My Hat, Lyrics

With thanks to Rodrigo S-C and the editorial team at Full Frame.

52 Weeks Photography Project

The August Edition.

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