Ripped Off

Confidence shaking. Indeed it seems May 1952 was a dream. Surreal in the foggy expanse of days.
Stacked up in calendars and thrown away. Good for no more than pennies a ton, but Rockwell’s characters sure did have fun.
Dust covered pages of proverbs and psalms calligraphed upon photos of fantasy suns perfectly rising. What beautiful scenes.
Where were the days to do all those things?
Ansul Adams, in monochrome aspens spoke clear. The days were all numbered that led to here.
The aspens stand starkly unto themselves. Yet, blend in together each one to help the total stand a test of the times.
Ripped off in October, with September’s decline.

 jrw copyright 2-8-94








About jingeorgia

Searching high and low no matter where i go it always seems the same: shades of grey. Or, was that gray?
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6 Responses to Ripped Off

  1. Eileen says:

    Oh, how I do appreciate his work.  Thanks for the insight.

  2. Beth says:

    Very nice!

  3. the says:

    Well, I see that you are still hard at it . . . and doing a great job, as well.  Peace.

  4. kb says:

    Very good as usual!

  5. Rhapsody says:

    Have a great and inspiring week.

  6. linda says:

    thank you for sharing.
    and what a calander full.
    love and light

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