Carol A. Hand
Summer sights on my side of the city
show the march of time is not always pretty.
Still, life goes on…
I watch as geese rest…
Photo: Dandelion Seed (Wikipedia)
and a lone dandelion seed floats in gentle breezes
soaring gracefully above highways and rooftops …
to land where it pleases.
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Voices from the Margins 
There is so much pain, loneliness, poverty, neglect, etc. in the world. If we are fortunate we will be able to see the good, the beauty, and have hope in despite of it. For as you so eloquently said life goes on. Hugs.
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Thank you for sharing your insights and wisdom, Maria ❤
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Lovely pictorial essay, Carol. Ah, the city, and how nature longs to drag it back into the soil as if it never was. We are fools, to trust “the City” never fully realizing how much of a prison it has become and how easily, by pulling the plug an the grid it can destroy us…
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Thank you for such thoughtful comments, Sha’Tara. It is important to consider what happens “when the plug is pulled on the grid.”
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That’s “ON the grid – not “an the grid, sorry.
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Nice pics and nicer thoughts of yours, Carol. Much as we may wish to hold on to rural pleasantries, we are constrained to accommodate urbanisation and the progress that comes with it. Yet life goes on, bitter-sweetly and tragic-comically.
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Thank you for your kind and lovely comments, Raj. I love your closing words! “Yet life goes on, bitter-sweetly and tragic-comically.” So eloquently-said 🙂
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Wow, what a great capture of the dandelion seed! 🙂 ❤
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I really like the grittiness of the photo of the dandlion and the accompanying writing.
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Thank you, Bernadette. I like the picture, too, and love your descriptive word – “grittiness”! 🙂
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Beauty exists when our eyes and minds are open.
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So true, Jim. Thank you for your thoughtful comments 🙂
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Blessed are the dandelions…
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So true, Bruce! ❤
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Lovely Carol!
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Thank you, Lynz. ❤
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most welcome
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Carol, your poem is so lovely! Time goes on and dandelion seeds land where they please, as they always did.
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Thank you so much for your lovely comments, Inese. I’ve learned to love the resilience and beauty of dandelions. ❤
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Hi Carol,
I stopped by after too many months away:-) Oh how I can relate to this:-)
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It’s such a delight to hear from you, Robbie. Thank you for your comments!
Please forgive my delayed reply. I’ve been transitioning from editing a book manuscript to begin preparing for a class I’ll be teaching in a few weeks. And of course, harvesting what I can (thus far, broccoli and green beans). It means I don’t visit WP often these days.
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I totally understand:-)
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❤
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your shadow in the line
of those power poles
shines with kind,
bright integrity, Carol 🙂
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Thank you for your lovely comments, David. ❤
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I love seeing photos that document real places without worrying that the chamber of commerce might object. haha. I heard a wise woman say just this weekend: dandelions should be welcomed because they are there for a reason — one of which might be medicine. Someone nearby might need it.
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I appreciate your insights and agree that dandelions are an often-maligned gift of life and medicine.
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