My drawing, Love Message 1:
A poem:
A journal entry:
Pictures:
Hope before we went for our mile walk.
Trees…
Trees reaching for sky in light and shadow…
Sun dappled trees…
Pond through pines…
Driveway fading away…
Valentine plush for Mom.
My Valentine bear.
I hope you have a wonderful Friday night and a weekend full of creative pleasure.
Always,
Jo Ann
Chronicles 
All that searching and your lens cap was on the table all along! Your poem about being a slave to that you love is so very true.
Ah yeah, Anita… and I felt like a fool for not seeing the lens cap, but in my defense it was not in plain sight. I knew if it had been outside I should have found it after I searched so much.
I tried to capture not just to a person, but to things that we love we are enslaved, and you must have caught it. That poem can be read on more than one level. You are a perceptive reader.
Thank you so much for coming to my blog and commenting on my work. It means a lot to me to have you follow along.
Always,
Jo Ann