Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Heavy on the branches
The snow masses heave
According to calendar
It would be their time to leave
But what are the chances?
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow?
“Through the woods and into Grandmother’s house we go,
Walking is very, very, slow,
Oh, there is so much snow!
The hard wind blows,
Cheeks are starting to glow,
In the colour, of a tomato,
But toe, to toe
We all step in a row,
Wishing soon, to be in front of a stow!”
Posted in Celebration
Photo credits Google
Finnish Labour Day Eve Celebration (30.04) aka ‘Mantan Lakitus’
Havis Amanda
The gorgeous lady
Rising from the sea
Naked as if bathing
Bearing everything
For the eyes to see
Tourists are watching
Cameras are clicking
A true beauty
Reflecting the city
Of Helsinki
Posted in Fandom
Happy Birthday, Kate Mulgrew!
“I think people think I’m accessible. I’m never treated as a star, either by fans or other actors, and I like it like that. I don’t get the star treatment. I think that means I’m a good actor. They acknowledge me as a human being, and to me, that’s invalua.”
— Kate Mulgrew
Captain, My Captain
Legendary
Iconic
Beloved
Ageless
Extraordinary
Special
Remarkable
Fantastic
Captivating
Enchanting
Fascinating
Unforgettable
Sun makes his mundane chores look spectacular
View of the beautiful Pichola Lake, Aravali mountain ranges and the sun going about its routine from the edge of the lake.
Location: Pichola Lake, Udaipur Rajasthan
In response to the photo challenge:Wanderlust

This fevers me, this sun on green,
On grass glowing, this young spring.
The secret hallowing is come,
Regenerate sudden incarnation,
Mystery made visible
In growth, yet subtly veiled in all,
Ununderstandable in grass,
In flowers, and in the human heart,
This lyric mortal loveliness,
The earth breathing, and the sun…
…The apple takes the seafoam’s light,
And the evergreen tree is densely bright.
April, April, when will he
Be gaunt, be old, who is so young?
This fevers me, this sun on green,
On grass lowing, this young spring.
~Richard Eberhart from “This fevers me”
It is a mystery
how the dead,
so very dead
can live again.
Ground frozen
mere weeks ago
now leaps lush and vibrant.
Branches snapped off dry
in midwinter storm and ice
now burst with bloom.
A new leaf glows
in evening light,
pulsing illumination.
Beyond understanding
Beyond imagining
Beyond each fevered breath
that…
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