Possible love

She learned to love him before he thought it was even possible,

so he didn’t have a chance to hide & mess it up &

while it was a little scary at times, mainly he could not

even imagine the world without her there.

- storypeople - 

Shared with Shadow Shot Sunday2, Through My Lens , NF Catching Light
image-in-ing , Our World Tuesday  , Sweet Shot Tuesday

Heaven in a wildflower

To see a world in a grain of sand

and heaven in a wild flower

Hold infinity in the palms of your hand

and eternity in an hour.

- Wiliam Blake -

Shared with Still Saturday, Today's Flowers, I heart macro, Macro Monday2 
image-in-ing , Nature Notes

August morning

August morning has

a slight haze in the air

brings a breath of fall

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Presence of mind

Most of the stuff I say is true because I saw it in a dream & I don’t have the presence of mind to make up lies when I’m asleep.

- storypeople -

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Little German ABC

F is for Fenster

Fenster [ˈfɛnstɐ] das <–s, –> (noun) is a window.

The origin of the word is Latin: fenestra.

Here is collection of different windows.

All photos are taken in my town and area.

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Tree-pots

Seen by the baroque castle "Kleines Schloß", Blankenburg, Germany

Shared with NF Trees n Bushes, WW@Crafty Spices, Mein Freund der Baum

fotoGRA - całość i detal

Posted for Art Piaskownica

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Water and light

Light is playing with

water they both are needed

all greens and flowers

Shared with NF Catching Light, Haiku My Heart, Water World Wednesday 
Wednesday Waters

Chairs

The Chair

I’m writing to you, who made the archaic wooden chair

look like a throne while you sat on it.

Amidst your absence, I choose to sit on the floor,

which is dusty as a dry Kansas day.

I am stoic as a statue of Buddha,

not wanting to bother the old wooden chair,

which has been silent now for months.

In this sunlit moment I think of you.

I can still picture you sitting there--

your forehead wrinkled like an un-ironed shirt,

the light splashed on your face,

like holy water from St. Joseph’s.

The chair, with rounded curves

like that of a full-figured woman,

seems as mellow as a monk in prayer.

The breeze blows from beyond the curtains,

as if your spirit has come back to rest.

Now a cloud passes overhead,

and I hush, waiting to hear what rests

so heavily on the chair’s lumbering mind.

Do not interrupt, even if the wind offers to carry

your raspy voice like a wispy cloud.

― Jarod Kintz -

A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot

"Vacant" is the word of this week at Our Beautiful World.

I think, that fits well with it.

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