Draught...
Stealing through the slight door opening
Like darkness
Thieving light
Stealing through the slight door opening
Like darkness
Thieving light
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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- It felt like Spring today...
- Sands...
- Boats at Blairgowrie...
- A tower...
- Mourning dove...
- Spring blossom in winter...
- While I love the rain...
- Appointments...
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- Another rain bedazzled windscreen...
- Sorrento in winter...
- Afternoon shadows...
- Rain on the verandah...
- Point Leo dreaming...
- Rugged up...
- Three dolphins leaping...
- He wore his jumper back to front...
- Our cat padding slowly away...
- Sea mist creeping...
- Winter is...
- Draught...
- Leaves beneath my feet...
- Ducted heating hum...
- Passing self-indulgence...
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2 comments:
Hi Gemma....I would gladly give you some of our Arizona light and heat as I know you'd do the same when the summer hits your world and we go into winter.
Your stone sums up perfectly that drafty chill of winter...thank you for cooling me down in this 110 plus degree heat :-)...Cynthia (canyonwren)
I meant to say "the drafty chill of fall/winter months."
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