Tiny fragile shell on winter sands...
Strong enough to be a force in low sun
And cast a shadow
Strong enough to be a force in low sun
And cast a 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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- Hospitals...
- It felt like Spring today...
- Sands...
- Boats at Blairgowrie...
- A tower...
- Mourning dove...
- Spring blossom in winter...
- While I love the rain...
- Appointments...
- Waiting...
- 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...
- Verandah light flings night shadows...
- He sits in the armchair tonight...
- Trapped...
- Long light...
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