Rosella trills of morning...
Pan pipes singing on the winds...
Pan pipes singing on the winds...
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...
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1 comment:
I love the rosellas, I can just hear them now :-)
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