Whispers

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Lift your face to the
soft summer rain whispering
among bamboo leaves.

Clouds in The Canyon

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Clouds in the canyon,
brushing rock faces they have known
for a million years.

A Somewhat Rare Sighting

This is not in the same league as Nessie or Bigfoot, but as I was attempting to photograph a lady bug on Queen’s Anne lace yesterday, a honey bee arrived to steal the show. A bit of online research reveals that bees seldom visit a plant that is—according to the US Department of Agriculture—a noxious weed.

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True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.  — Francois de la Rochefoucauld

The Breath of the Earth

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In February, amongst Yellowstone’s geysers, the earth’s breath ascends into a frigid winter day.

I’ll lift you and you lift me, and we’ll both ascend together. — John Greenleaf Whittier

Long After The Moment Has Passed

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A still, overcast morning… the English village of Coniston not yet awake… resuming our walk on the Cumbria Way before breakfast… Kathy and I came upon a ewe and her lamb resting beside the trail. The serenity I experienced in that moment returns each time I view this picture, which is perhaps my favorite from that memorable trip.

Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is. —Thomas Szasz