And as a treat for finishing NaPoWriMo and the A to Z Challenge, I took the advice of the prompt at dVerse Poets Pub and took a walk.
Self and Setting
For this respite, my reward for diligence, I grab my lens, aspiring to share my view. I find myself not walking, but squatting, twisting, turning and reaching for the space and light. Pushing buttons, twirling knobs, zooming in and out to capture contrasting colors in secondary stewardship. Wings flit seconds before the click. I debate if taking a walk had to mean wandering the neighborhood. A pedestrian coming toward me, a man in a red jacket, whom I would have to pass, answers my question for me. I do not have to wander to break a sweat and hear my muscles sing their discordant threnody.
Am I of this place
A loop of known origin
The last or the next?
Experience Writing 
I enjoyed your photo journal of your walk 🙂
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Thank you.
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Love this walk with you, despite both our muscles “…singing a discordant threnody.”
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Love your pics and words and of course, that final question.
Anna :o]
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I love how you share the effort of taking the pictures even more than writing itself… actually I could feel my knees getting wet from bending down to capture that shot.
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Beautiful photos. I like those red leaves best. And the desire to “share my view”.
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Thank you so much. I called that image “lording over.” I saw the leaves commanding the begging hedge that won’t stop growing toward them.
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you.
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