No More Roads

Encounter

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.

A red wing rose in the darkness.

And suddenly a hare ran across the road.

One of us pointed to it with his hand.

That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,

Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.

O my love, where are they, where are they going

The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.

I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder. 

Czeslaw Milosz     

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Morning Blink

Happy Sunday!
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Louvre Solar Dance

“You see things; and you say, 'Why?'

But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'”

George Bernard Shaw

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The Magician

Photo Friday

The Current Challenge

Fri Mar 09, 2012

This week's challenge:
'Floral'.

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The Clown

Do anything, but let it produce joy.

Tropic of Cancer - Henry Miller

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