the place at the sea where my tears stained my lens by ShadowDancer
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Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually. ~Jimi Hendrix

monterey beach, california

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I am a dreamer, artist, and mother. I dance in the rain, spend too much time reading books, and live for my family. I am a gypsy, poet, musician, and artist. But most of all, I am a butterfly fairy. Come dream with me.

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  • Mllrg973
    Mllrg973over 4 years ago

    Beautiful shot, PJ!!!! ;)

  • thanks george! hope all is well with you, my friend. xx

    – ShadowDancer

  • icesrun
    icesrunover 4 years ago

    Lovely capture and yes the castles wash away, along with the tears.

  • thank you so much, hon.. i suppose everything washes away eventually xx

    – ShadowDancer

  • vampvamp
    vampvampover 4 years ago

  • hey cutie-vamp, i didnt know you’re a host at TWP, how exciting! thank you so much for the feature, it’s quite an honor. xxx

    – ShadowDancer

  • Valerie Rosen
    Valerie Rosenover 4 years ago

    such a poetic title! well done! :-) val

  • thank you so much, i really appreciate your comment :)

    – ShadowDancer

  • walela
    walelaover 4 years ago

    Beautiful

  • thank you walela, there is beauty in everything, even tears..

    – ShadowDancer

  • Evelyn Bach
    Evelyn Bachover 4 years ago

    Ah, the sweetness and poignant beauty of impermanence. Love the title, btw.

  • so beautifully said.. thank you truly, evelyn.

    – ShadowDancer

  • ranjay
    ranjayover 4 years ago

    wonderful!!

  • thank you so much ranjay, i truly appreciate all your support and comments :)

    – ShadowDancer

  • wildwomenlove
    wildwomenloveover 4 years ago

    you are so poetical in everything you do…x

  • oh gosh… i’m gushing blubbering ahhhhh… what a wonderful thing to say darling gypsy sister. xxx

    – ShadowDancer

  • Gamache
    Gamacheover 3 years ago

    an outland sea held prisoner gray sand in marching order, winded waves drumming cadence. onto this carpet of possibilities stepped a solitary woman; she bought back proof of an ordinary magic we’d overlooked. we thank her.

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