*Darlene*: He couldn't bring himself to turn back to close the gate behind him for the final time because for him, it would've just cemented the picture in his mind that it was truly over.
*Darlene*: If I could take you home with me, I would, but how could I ever pull you away from such a captivating view as this, and still feel content that you were mine.
*Darlene*: She was such a charming farmstead until loneliness crept into her heart and eventually just giving in to the grief of it all, she let herself go, not realizing that I still loved her. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*: Some roads entice you, urge you to chance going, with conjured visions of the yet to be discovered that might lay at the end of them, until common sense sets in and coerces you to drive on, leaving you only to wonder.
*Darlene*: Just a slight touch of green returns, and in time this forest will once again be as it was, but until then, for me, it's wonder, and beauty still shines brilliant.
*Darlene*: This wandering fellow made it to within mere inches of reaching his floating freedom before he ran out of wind. Now he's just left with the scent of the closeness of it.
*Darlene*: The path that once brought her family home is now simply an overgrown freeway for tumbleweeds and the occasional backroads explorer, but she still welcomes, with gratitude, all who come to visit her hollow emptiness.
*Darlene*: I'm merely a bump on a log resting here, becoming saturated with lake water, but oh my, what a view I get to enjoy while doing it.
*Darlene*: It's a little bit tragic when a home that was once loved by the family growing inside it can so easily be cast aside and forgotten when a newly built house lies waiting for them over the horizon.
*Darlene*: Whichever way you want to look at it, a tree is still a tree, and so it is with life. It all hinges on how you choose to view it.
*Darlene*: It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood. A beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?
*Darlene*: 'PRIVATE, NO TRESPASSING', and I so badly wanted to go and spend some quality time getting to know her, but all I could do was send her a wave of admiration and friendship as I watched a single tear roll down her weathered wall from under her west window.
*Darlene*: It was love from the start for these two crazy kids, and they've been together for so long now that they know what the other is thinking, just by the creaks in their bones.
*Darlene*: He sits feeling displaced by the jet streams overhead, the wind turbines by his side, and the GPS run combine tilling the soil in front of him, when the mule and the man guided plow was what he was born for.
*Darlene*: Awww, baby, why'd ya let em do it to you!? If you would've called, I would have assuredly saved you from your untimely fate.
*Darlene*: It's been a long, hard winter, and a visit to the hairdresser should really be the next order of business. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*: She hoped for comforting outstretched arms to embrace and warm her, but her isolated, windswept shoulders were unreachable.
*Darlene*: It's just the two of us, and we don't really talk much, but I know you're there, and that's enough for me.
*Darlene*: There's no need for your mind to worry, my compadre. I'll always have your back even after yours has broken.
*Darlene*: I was more than relieved that this nest was uninhabited as I'd just as soon not come face to face with the raptor that built it.
*Darlene*: Your determined position within the crowd has nothing to do with the distinction it gives you, but all with how you choose to appreciate the world from your individual vantage point.
*Darlene*: A few reno's are needed, but if you're good with your wings, it's a steal of a deal, and the wife's gonna love the proximity to shopping.
*Darlene*: Sharing the experience of watching these beauties migrate was all I could've asked for, with the exception of maybe having a birding lens. Yup, a birding lens would've been nice.
*Darlene*: I was just driving along, minding my own business, when along came that spider, and...
*Darlene*: Just a quick eyelid lift, and I'll look a good 20 years younger. May not feel it, but I'll look it...
*Darlene*: You know your days of running circles round the fields are over when you spy the new guy in the distance, working the field that once was yours, and how unfavorable to leave us here to watch.
*Darlene*: With or without power, it was just a bit too little, too late, to entice them into wanting to stay.
*Darlene*: Grandma loved her pink and white home on wheels, and the interior was dotingly enveloped with her countless pink crocheted doilies to match, and she was happy. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*: It may seem undisturbed from the outside, but you can be sure that there is much scurrying about inside the metropolis of this winter housing complex by the country mice that call it home.
*Darlene*: In defiance of the knowledge that one more target shot could end what he is there to do, his perseverance to the task, on this day, still revealed that there were curves ahead on this muddy backroad.