“A Change in the Weather” for Lens Artists Challenge 286

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When I was little, life seemed like one long summer day,
But now, art in the sky promises rain.
When Mount Garcia dons his sobrero, you can usually expect rain.
April rain streams out from my neighbor’s rooftop.
But a rainbow soon promises
and produces, sun
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And color vanished from the world as it was covered by snow….
as well as icicles which in the heat of the sun, melted slowly away.
Everchanging weather–either a blessing or a curse.

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And, HERE is an addition, left off this post!

For Lens Artists Challenge 286

 

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

18 thoughts on ““A Change in the Weather” for Lens Artists Challenge 286”

  1. Anne Sandler's avatarAnne Sandler

    Judy, this was an amazing response to this challenge! I especially liked how you brought us from your childhood and then chronicled a day of weather in Mexico. Wyoming was a great snowy touch. Thanks for participating.

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Just found a photo of a piece of hail in the shape of a heart that I found in Iowa when a family picnic was pelted by huge hailstones, but don’t know how to fit it in..Thanks once again for the prompt. I know it is a lot of work!!!!

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      I used to lie in the back window of that car and left a carton of my colors there that melted all over the ledge under the window. So part of me remained even after my dad traded it in for a new one!

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