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“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.” ― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull Continue reading 27372
“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.” ― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull Continue reading 27372
the week began and once again i missed him. in the dead of winter whilst i watched him wilt, from lack of sun upon his leaves, and to the kitchen window he was moved to that lovely little inside garden room. yet i missed him my lovely Ficus Fred long we have journeyed, just him and i these years. so i joined him, in that sunny … Continue reading make it so
Filed under freaky things found on walks. Appeared on the path last week whilst wandering the grounds that run in and behind that old Nunnery I visit, The Mount. No idea what it is. Racoon? Alien baby? submitted for the photo challenge \ The Road Taken Continue reading A Fellow Of Infinite Jest?
I could lie underneath gazing up into those blooms all day, listening to all they may have to say And when I say The Magnolia, that old dear the one that graces the front lawn now, a fraction of what it was. having toppled years ago, grown now from the shoots of a more Victorian era. Every tree has a story, whether it be short-lived or … Continue reading the magnolia
“Trees, for example, carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather—storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.” ― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces When I was a child my Grandmothers house was shaded year round by these giant Norway Spruce, Maples, and Walnuts our Grandfather … Continue reading The Worth Of Trees
you were made for me faded and jaded are we with dented fenders submitted for / a good match Continue reading my vintage rose
along the river back to the grotto i rode this beautiful day Continue reading and i always say thank you when i leave
a radiance luminous across the snow we are aroused Continue reading a tryst with the sun
are we just etching these divisions into those glass houses sketching fables while shadow puppets on the wall play tricks with perception submitted for the weekly photo challenge | shadow Continue reading shadows
that intimacy shared underneath the branches of a Maple tree submitted for the weekly photo challenge | solitude Continue reading solitude within a crowd
we return, again and she runs ahead with her joyful abandon Continue reading back to the orchard
the meadow on these dark days of winter whisper sweet nothings to the blank page Continue reading from last summer
time stands still if you pay attention if you stop and just gaze into the space which you happen to inhabit Continue reading elephants in the room