A rainbow cosmos
fades to sparkling dusk.
A shimmering lens
leads the way.
A Shimmering Lens
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Faith + Gratitude = Peace + Hope
When I was young my dad would always say, "Crystal, you can choose your attitude." One day I chose to believe him.
Faith + Gratitude = Peace + Hope 
Cool photos and poem!
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Thank you, Priscilla! They had been on my phone for over a year, just waiting for their day.
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Beautiful photos! I’d put this on my walls! 🙂
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They are, aren’t they? Thank you, BB!
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Aren’t car washes and cameras fun, Crystal? I took one car wash photo a while back for a post, but I like your sequence and words. Sometimes, we need to be patient to see more clearly. Have a great Saturday. Allan
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I always feel about six-years-old in a car wash. Happy I caught this sequence. Thanks for the epilogue, Allan. I love that.
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💗💗
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I enjoyed the picture and poem.
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Thank you so much, Molly. I’m happy you liked them, and I hope your weekend shimmers a bit.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you, Bridget! Hope your weekend is beautiful!
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What intriguing photos and words! I thank you for this.
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I thank you for your thank you! 🌈
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A wonderful poem and great connection to the photos. Nicely done, Crystal.
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Thank you, Mark! Enjoy your weekend!
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Breathtaking, Crystal. Charged with sparkling excitement, your illustrations are, both in their visual and in their verbal offerings. One makes the other “pop,” doesn’t it?
I think it’s more than a coincidence a pulsing, shimmering lightshow often heralds depictions of dreamtime. Both are otherworldly, magical, ethereal.
And you, Crystal, the writer – the artist – express the moment beautifully.
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Instead of “I’m like a kid in a candy store,” I’m like a kid in a car wash. It’s frightening and magical at the same time. I may or may not have screamed while snapping photos.
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Oh, Crystal, I can relate, absolutely! When I was a kid, I always wanted to ride the car through the wash, if that was an option.
Still do, for that matter!
More bracing than was any roller coaster, what, with the mysterious (shimmering?) lights just beyond focus. Much more thrilling than was any scary movie, with its contrived Jasons, Freddies and their siblings. Mere actors in costumes, not the all-too-real pulsing, shimmering lights and strange muffled noises headed straight for…oh, God…me!
Now that I’ve freaked myself out, I just realized I do have to get the car washed. Gulp.
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I swear, you should write some fiction.
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Very creative photos and poem.
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Thank you, Anita! It’s the little things.
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Somehow the poem makes the photos even more beautiful 😍
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Awww! Thank you, Jo. 🤍 Much appreciated.
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Neato. Great photos, great poem. Nicely put together.
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Hi Ally! Thank you!! Much appreciated!
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awesome photography!
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Thank you, Freya! Not bad for a phone camera. 🤍
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I felt trapped in the car wash for a moment or two. I guess my car could benefit from its own shimmering exercise.
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The car wash has a way of drawing out the emotions. My car deserves some shimmer, too. Thanks for reading, Big Sky. Have a wonderful weekend!
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