Monday, September 30, 2013

Ferryside




Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.” 
L M Montgomery

 




 




 




 




 




 




 
 




 

Friday, September 27, 2013

Leaves





I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.


Jarod Kintz


 




 




 




 





 





 





 





 
 
 

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Swans




Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift upon the water,
mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away.

from The Wild Swans at Coole
William Butler Yeats


 




 




 
 
 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Stone






The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself.

Bertrand Russell


 




 



 




 




 
 
 

Devon Sunset

 






The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.

Olivia Howard Dunbar
The Shell of Sense

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Pigeon







A pigeon flying with the ravens will start to caw

Mehmet Murat Ildan


 
 







 






 
 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

For cat lovers


The smallest feline is a masterpiece
Leonardo Da Vinci



Meet Talloulah, my brother and sister-in-law's beautiful new kitten, she is half Bengal.

I took so many pics of her, here is just a sample.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Beeswing




Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing,
so fine a breath of wind might blow her away.
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Richard Thompson











 







 







 
 
 

Friday, September 6, 2013

Donkey




He would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off  but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies.

George Orwell, Animal Farm



 
 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Dartmoor Pony



Horses make a landscape look beautiful.
Alice Walker