The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper;
I cannot quite make it out.
~Annie Dillard
I cannot quite make it out.
~Annie Dillard
blog redux by:
self-portrait
innocent youth
Sleeping beauty
kitten love
my neighborhood
autumn beauties
loneliness
wild horses
my mother's garden
ducklings at dusk
as dogs see the world
fragrant seaside
gargoyle
the sea, my eternal inspiration
low-tide art
summer honey
plastic beauty
bee my, bee my baby
santa's view
miss beauty
proud papa
city salad
Perspective
i heart spring
charm for a chime
1 comment:
I'm waiting for those boots to start marching...
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