
Lucinda Cave – Lone Jack Civil War Museum
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A Taste of Honey ~ Patricia Barber ~
Downtown ~ Petula Clark
“To become a photographer leave your house first.” Steve McCurry
When I was roaming around the dark alleyways downtown these pigeons looked kind of like they should be a part of monochrome madness. All the fabulous monochrome photos will be flocking together on Leanne Cole’s blog later on today. Thanks goes to Leanne and Laura Macky for entertaining such a diverse and talented group of photographers weekly.
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Here’s an example from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.
Now let my bed be hard,
No care take I;
I’ll make my joy like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.
There is a language, little known,
Lovers claim it as their own.
Its symbols smile upon the land,
Wrought by nature’s wondrous hand;
And in their silent beauty speak,
Of life and joy, to those who seek
For Love Divine and sunny hours
In the language of the flowers.
–The Language of Flowers, London, 1875
“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.” — Coco Chanel

“You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4th, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.” – Erma Bombeck

Have a safe and happy 4th.

“The Amen of nature is always a flower.” Oliver Wendell Holmes