Wordless Wednesday – Cherry Dusk

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~ by Oloriel on April 23, 2014.

24 Responses to “Wordless Wednesday – Cherry Dusk”

  1. There is no word on Wordless Wednesday. Surely a poet must have a word. A writer’s mind, I think, is the busiest. Visualizing, fabricating, creating, writing, playing, fighting, etc. A word can’t miss. But of course I know about the Wordless Wednesdays.

    • Trust me when I say that there is at least a thousand words hanging in the ether whenever I participate in Wordless Wednesdays πŸ˜€

      • I trust you. They say if you talk to yourself or laugh by yourself, then you are mad. I think writers should be exempt. There are too many people in the head. There is a whole world in there and advances faster than this real one. Sometimes you just can’t help talking, laughing, etc, though in secret.

      • I think I do all that,except the secrecy part. If I want to talk to my stuffed hippo on the street, I’m gonna do it πŸ™‚

      • One Sunday I was in the church and this excellent idea for a novel I was writing happened to me. I had this arrogant, fearless, contemptuous antagonist and I wanted to give a really terrible dose of his own stuff at the end. Only the idea came when I was in the church and it seemed truly hilarious. I had to run out while laughing my head off, aloud. I could feel grunts behind me as faces turned. I went straight home. Later, however, I realized I had been thinking of my own fictitious character as a real person, wanting to ridicule him and make him insane!

      • Thats an interesting story.
        While me and my husband were living in Istanbul, he took me to a store to buy me a caligraphy set. I wandered off to the key chain stall and I noticed a tiny, beautiful, creature looking at me. The last of his kind, hanging there by a mere metal loop, sad and lonely. I picked him up and hailed to my beloved that we must SAVE HIM. Not wanting any more embrassment, he purchased him.
        So, there I was,sitting in an overcrowded bus,where it is against the law to sneeze and you are frowned upon if you release a single buzz out of your lips, holding a fluffy,beige pigglet on my lap, showing him the world through the window, kissing him and telling him, Dont worry, we’re taking you home.
        His name is Corky,and whenever he does a rain dance, it rains πŸ™‚

      • That’s crazy. But cool. It rains when he dances! Ha! Is it magical? Such is our lot as creative people.

      • Yes, it is one of those moments when the saying:”Everything you imagine is real” comes to life full force πŸ™‚

  2. Very lovely sepia effect πŸ™‚

    Blessings of Inspiration and Tranquility ~

  3. Gorgeous XD

  4. How about a wordless wednesday pic for photo prompt? πŸ™‚

  5. Gorgeous

  6. Da li je tvoja fotografija? U svakom slučaju, mnogo je lepa! πŸ™‚

  7. What a gorgeous shot!

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