“See how the sacred old flamingoes come,
Painting with shadow all the marble steps:
Aged and wise, they seek their wonted perches
Within the temple, devious walking, made
To wander by their melancholy minds.”
~ William Butler Yeats
Have a fabulous weekend!
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” — John Muir
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” — William Cullen Bryant
Autumn Crocus
Native Range: Turkey, Syria, Lebanon
“Besides its ornamental value, the Autumn Crocus has a long history of use in medicine, rooted in the myths and written records of ancient Egypt, India, and Greece. It is mentioned in the Ebers Papyrus, the oldest known medical text, prepared by the Egyptians around 1550 B.C. Thirty-five centuries later it is still found in modern pharmacopeias, one of only 18 plants documented as having a history of medicinal value for such a long period of time.”
“Let the subject generate its own photographs. Become a camera.” — Minor White
You are cordially invited to Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s Monochrome Madness. Photos from a multitude of proficient photographers will be posted, as they are each week, later today on Leanne Cole’s blog. Many thanks to Leanne and Laura and all the talented monochrome contributors.
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“I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe, and
someone said I was a snake, I’d think, no, actually I’m a giraffe.” — Richard Gere
“No water, no life. No blue, no green.”
Sylvia Earle
Nightcall – (Drive)
“There’s something inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same”
Recipe For A Hippopotamus Sandwich
A hippo sandwich is easy to make.
All you do is simply take
One slice of bread,
One slice of cake,
Some mayonnaise
One onion ring,
One hippopotamus
One piece of string,
A dash of pepper —
That ought to do it.
And now comes the problem…
Biting into it!
Shel Silverstein
“Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these
Of mid September; through the still warm noon
The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune
Than ever in the summer; from the trees
Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies,
No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon
In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon
Finds motionless white mists out on the leas.”
– Edward Dowden, In September (excerpt)
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Langston Hughes
Maverick Mist 