tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post3512157464274516411..comments2023-11-25T03:27:49.595-05:00Comments on EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY: Image Prompt: The Gallery of His MindUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-86155517267591438032009-01-23T23:47:00.000-05:002009-01-23T23:47:00.000-05:00This never would have happened If I had been...This never would have happened<BR/> If I had been<BR/> wearing<BR/> my<BR/> glassesMeandering Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00464355148386507875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-40768533940675280362009-01-23T14:55:00.000-05:002009-01-23T14:55:00.000-05:00Very interesting artwork:The first thought I had w...Very interesting artwork:<BR/><BR/>The first thought I had was in reference to my dreams. When I'm being held prisoner in a bizarre dream, I often feel as though I'm stuck in another dimension and can't get free.WHY?https://www.blogger.com/profile/03189184991051926997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-28035756795403101872009-01-23T12:38:00.000-05:002009-01-23T12:38:00.000-05:00Red walls curve and almost surround,is that my ref...Red walls curve <BR/>and almost surround,<BR/>is that my reflection or another?<BR/>Footsteps come and go,<BR/>the owners of those hollow echos<BR/>never seen by my missing eyes.<BR/>Steep stairs lead somewhere,<BR/>I pause at their top,<BR/>do they lead down or up in this<BR/>strange world I have found <BR/>inside my twisted self.<BR/>A navy blue wall spotted <BR/>with purple vibrates <BR/>in Sarah Siwickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01708386682912104078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-76953687681809732692009-01-23T00:17:00.000-05:002009-01-23T00:17:00.000-05:00Now I can say a few things about this one! It is a...Now I can say a few things about this one! <BR/><BR/>It is a very precarious thing, a thought--for it has a way of stuffing the entire plant back into the seed, crowning pigs with laurel and buttering flies between slices of bacon. Food for thought? I often choke on my thoughts. <BR/><BR/>Nancy my dear, splendid post!<BR/><BR/>Ever Yours,<BR/>CLAYAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com