Day 158 – Dancing poppies
“Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.” ~ John Keats
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summer
7
Jun
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28
May
Day 148 – Perfect adaptation
“The difference between a path and a road is not only the obvious one. A path is little more than a habit that comes with knowledge of a place. It is a sort of ritual […]
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24
May
Day 144 – Oxeye Daisy Sea
“Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful.” ~ Jim Carrey I wish I could say this was my garden […]
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16
Sep
Day 260 – Street mirror
It started raining, very innocently at first, but the sky was packed tight with cloud and gradually the drops grew bigger and heavier” ~ Halldór Laxness I am not a fan myself. As I have […]
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11
Sep
Day 255 – Cotton Balls
“Aren’t the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton… I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by…” ~ Charles M. Schulz I posted a black and white version of […]
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31
Aug
Day 244 – Evening saunter
“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be […]
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29
Aug
Day 242 – Sunflowers
“I don’t think there’s anything on this planet that more trumpets life that the sunflower” ~ Helen Mirren One of the things I used to love about going on holiday in France was the fields […]
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24
Aug
Day 237 – Summer by the sea
…vicinity to the sea is desirable, because it is easier to do nothing by the sea than anywhere else, and because bathing and basking on the shore cannot be considered an employment but only an […]
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19
Aug
Day 232 – Reaching port
“To reach a port we must set sail – Sail, not tie at anchor Sail, not drift.” ~ Franklin D. Roosevelt These guys have definitely set sail and are now coming back into port. This […]
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18
Aug
Day 231 – Among the flowers
“Thus in each flower and simple bell, That in our path untrodden lie, Are sweet remembrancers who tell How fast the winged moments fly. Time will steal on with ceaseless pace, Yet lose we not […]
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