Neighbourly verandahs...
Chatting across a garden space
No fences...
Chatting across a garden space
No fences...
The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
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- Meditation daily...
- Post summer holidays...
- Summer heat...
- I hear of floods...
- Swirling winds of morning...
- Australia Day Reflections
- Wooden verandah...
- Sleepy summer morning...
- Rumbunctious winds...
- Summer sea winds...
- TV chatter...
- Stubborn twisting tendrils...
- Moths on a night window...
- From the shadows of summer...
- Late...late on a summer's night...
- Fan blades whirring...
- Blessed by sunlight...
- Sea in the rain...
- Neighbourly verandahs...
- Cockatoo squad...
- My cat Shadow...
- Entrance archway of white roses...
- Climbing ivy...
- Flittering butterfly...
- New Year spring clean...
- Egyptian cat figurine...
- Blemished silver tea set...
- CD's crammed on a rack...
- Rosella trills of morning...
- Shadowy walkway...
- Summer Sea Mists...
- In a blackbird's day...
- Beginnings...
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2 comments:
The sense of openness you create with these few words makes me want a veranda smile.
Sounds like a wonderful neighborhood. Beautiful stone!
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