Sleepy summer morning...
Many broken night shifts of humid sleep...
Like awakening
Locked
In dawn's shadow...
Many broken night shifts of humid sleep...
Like awakening
Locked
In dawn's shadow...
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:
I know what you mean, but this year I travel to Europe and Canada and miss the humid heat. I'm still doubting my sanity!
Hot humid nights can be so uncomfortable. We rarely have that problem here :-) Well cPTURED.
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