Sunday, June 23, 2013

Hidden in a Far Valley









"I thank you God for this most amazing day,
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, 
and for the blue dream of sky
and for everything which is natural,
which is infinite,
which is yes."


E. E. Cummings

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Wherever Her Feet Pass, White Flowers Part the Grass







"Along the river's summer walk,
The withered tufts of asters nod."

John Greenleaf Whittier

Saturday, June 8, 2013

MySpot: Choose the World You See, and See the World You Choose



 *Ph/ Dreamboy

 "If you listen, you can hear it.
The city, it sings.(....)
It's clearest at night, when the sound cuts more sharply across the surface of things,
when the song reaches out to a place inside you.
It's a wordless song, for the most, but it's a song all the same,
and nobody hearing it could doubt what it sings.
And the song sings the loudest when you pick out each note."
 
 
Jon McGregor

Saturday, June 1, 2013

The Rustling of The Reeds Beside Them







"Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore."


Robert Louis Stevenson