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this is just one of a bazillion beautiful scenes to behold at The Flower of Scotland. Read about it here on The SLuggle.

 

the title of the picture I thought should come from Scotland's Robert Burns, and it's from a lovely love poem called Composed in August which you can find here.

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My photograph of tulips. Texture with thanks to Lenabem Anna, brushes by Seishido.

“I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.

~Faraaz Kazi

 

I took this at Pitt Addington Marsh on our walk in the rain....you can see the raindrops in the water here.

Poetry at Belvedere CF016573

 

Union of 5 shots Blending mode

 

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some frostkissed autumn colours.

 

"Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay."

-Jack Frost

 

HSS, all!

 

His horse he saddled and bridled,

And into the night rode he,

Now through the great black woodland,

Now by the white-beached sea.

From “The changeling” by John Greenleaf Whittier

Offshoot outing to the Camargue

When ever I see these bloom I am transported to a world far from here, Yesterday at the water garden nursery the Lotus were in perfect form, cloudy sky but it did not made any difference, as you see they were brilliant!

He wrote like he spoke, he spoke like he wrote. Broken

poetry, page after page, day after day. See him standing

now at the window, reading the clouds for signs of

the homeless gods who taught him how to speak,

how to write, how to house them between the lines.

 

THE POET - KHOP.

Captured in Portland's Irvington neighborhood for Looking close... on Friday! theme: Wise Words. HLCoF everyone!

. . . and the video to prove it: youtu.be/_t68uJrixvU

 

Happy March Madness. . .

Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0ORhLyJWuc&list=RDY0ORhLyJWu...

 

♫ Flowers in hand, waiting for me

Every word in poetry

Won't call me by name, only "baby"

The more that you give, the less that I need

Everyone says I look happy

When it feels right

I know that you're wrong for me

Gonna wish we never met on the day I leave

I brought you down to your knees

'Cause they say that misery loves company

It's not your fault I ruin everything

And it's not your fault I can't be what you need

Baby, angels like you can't fly down hell with me

I'm everything they said I would be♫

When evening shadows fall,

She hangs her cares away

Like empty garments on the wall

That hides her from the day;

And while old memories throng,

And vanished voices call,

She lifts her grateful heart in song

When evening shadows fall.

 

James Whitcomb Riley

HMMM 😊😊😍

"motion"

 

With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️

With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived

in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where

it came from, from winter or a river.

I don’t know how or when,

no, they were not voices, they were not

words, nor silence,

but from a street I was summoned,

from the branches of night,

abruptly from the others,

among violent fires

or returning alone,

there I was without a face

and it touched me.

(Pablo Neruda)

 

(A big thanks to my dear friend Soul for letting me shoot him)

 

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” -John Keats

 

I’ve learned to cherish wilderness, which wasn’t always the case. Growing up around it made me take it for granted. Now, I realize how much a life outdoors is a life well lived. I always feel better after getting a dose of nature.

 

The last day of summer was a perfect, mild day in the low 70’s. Autumn announced itself with gusto, dropping the temps to the 50’s the next day. Quite the entrance!

Early morning at Lake Stråken.

"Art Week Gallery Group"

~~~ VIVID ABSTRACTS ~~~

 

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location - Golden Hair

Great Egret - - - - - - ( Ardea alba, a.k.a. Casmerodius albus )

Headed for "home," I guess.

Over Lake Emerald, in Oakland Park, Florida -US- near Fort Lauderdale.

Shot from my balcony over the lake, Friday afternoon, August 31, 2007.

 

See her LARGER, if you wish.

 

See WHERE. ( When map appears, click "Hybrid" and "+" sign for best map view.)

Périgueux

Poésie de la rouille

Taken at ONE BILLION RISING

 

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