An Artist, Photographer, Writer, Poet

Monthly Archives: October 2013

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© Sigrid Saradunn    December 2011

 “Crystal Clear” original painting on wrapped canvas.  Acrylic 10″x10″
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Blog post # 1250 since June 5, 2011

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childish decisions

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believed as child I “knew”

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galaxies apart

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galaxies apart

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knowledge gained living decades

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stars are further now

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Photo: Terraces of Huayna Picchu in Peru

From National Geographic…http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/travel/peru/machu-picchu/your-machu-picchu-photos/#/terraces-huayna-picchu_36171_600x450.jpg

Huayna Picchu Terraces

Photograph by Kee Woo Rhee, My Shot

Terraces are carved high on Huayna Picchu. For decades Machu Picchu was a puzzle for archaeologists and historians. A 16th-century legal document and studies of the site’s architecture and artifacts in the latter 20th century have suggested a mountaintop retreat for Inca ruler Pachacutec Inca Yupanqui.

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impossible dream

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man’s futuristic vision 

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sculpted mountains seen

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sculpted mountains seen

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ancestors work ~ lives honored

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spirits presence felt

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© Sigrid Saradunn 2013

My darling Bianca after she had lost over ten pounds.

Sometimes her touch meant she wanted something …

this looks like “I need you to hold me”

even though she didn’t like to be held by me most

of the time.

The photo seems to fit the prompt.

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Prompt:

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‘touched

in the darkness

by a snowflake’

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Garry Gay

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cold nose on my toe

Bianca just passing by

touched by an angel

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I swore I wasn’t going to be a crazy cat lady.

My sweet Bianca recently passed away

on October 19.

I could have sworn a few nights ago

I felt the touch of her nose on my toe…

my foot over the edge of the raised footrest

of the recliner. 

She used to do that as she went by close

to the chair so I couldn’t see her.

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© Sigrid Saradunn 2013 …….Children’s area at the Maine, USA Common Ground Fair

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kids activities
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fun time at the country fair
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children’s play corral

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www.123rf.com

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glasses, dentures, keys
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absent mind places ~ mad search
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some place safe ~ is not
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My WASP MASK
photo  US Geological Survey’s
fantastic Macro photos of insects and
butterflies…awesome.
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How many masks
can one wear ?
More than enough
to fool many of the people.
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One for work.
one for home…
friends who only see
you away from work,
wonder where the “other me” is
that others see behind
a mask.
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My children
both see a different MuM,
just like my brother
and I…
we both seem to be
only children,
not recognizing the truth
of the home
and parents
we grew up with.
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My parents masks
are puzzling now…
I wish I’d seen
and got to know
the “real” people
behind their
parent masks.  
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The mask
for family far away..
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The mask my parents saw,
I don’t recognize at all.
Perceptions and wishful think
for a child that didn’t
exist in me…
make a mask
that is curious to me…
but
made sense to them. 
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Am I organized or not.
Commanding presence
of a leader,
or mousy
and a follower bee.
Worker bee
or Queen bee…
hmmm.
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Self confident
or agoraphobic …
the second is a mask
that is getting a grip
that needs to be loosened.
Quiet soft spoken
or loud and boisterous
….happy
or sad and depressed. 
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City mouse
or country mouse.
Only the Shadow knows
which mask I wear today
and why
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You are among toads
“Think as I think,” said a man,
“or you are abominably wicked;
you are a toad.”
And after I thought of it,
I said, “I will, then, be a toad.”
~ Stephen Crane

From Carpe Diem Post

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monument of love

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earthquake created great loss

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world picks up pieces

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This post has been corrected due to my “brain sprain”

which episode I had for the title…sorry for any

confusion…the title matches the “ku now to the

best of my knowledge.