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'For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.' Vladimir Nabokov
Tate Modern, London (3 October 2015)
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Dalton Farms
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We were camping on the Portage River just west of Hancock, Michigan when I made this image. It was early morning and the wind was still. The sky was blue with mixed clouds.
The brilliant fall colors on the other side of the river are reflected on the top of the image! Clouds and rush stems are reflected on the bottom.
Sometimes you just have to enjoy the color!
Stay safe and healthy everyone!
fall rush reflections
blues, reds, oranges, greens, yellows
on the portage river
Image and haiku by John Henry Gremmer
Shock of the New Challenge # 64.0 ~ Awesome Abstracts ~
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HORATIO:
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
HAMLET:
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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"Mellow Yellow" by Donovan
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“Water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing, in the end, can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone.”
Margaret Atwood