Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...
Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! ~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~
posted on Oct. 31, 2009
Batter my heart, three-personed God
1. There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics. (Disraeli) 2. I have three kinds of friends: those who love me, those who pay no attention...
posted on Oct. 30, 2009
We look before and after....
and pine for what is not? I don't think so! The ‘after’ seems so much prettier than the ‘before’! This is a tiny fire pump of uncertain age, it boasts of mixed...
posted on Oct. 28, 2009
a leaf falls on loneliness...
Send me a leaf, but from a bush That grows at least one half hour Away from your house, then You must go and will be strong, and I Thank you for the pretty leaf...
posted on Oct. 26, 2009
Little Miss Innocent
This my friend R's daughter, glued to an animated Mr. Bean show while her parents mind the shop.
posted on Oct. 25, 2009
Nature rarer uses yellow....
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,— Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly...
posted on Oct. 24, 2009
These are a few of my favourite
men! A.k.a. paternal and sibling units.
posted on Oct. 23, 2009
I see dead pigeons.......
(said SoulCurry in a Haley Joel Osment voice)
posted on Oct. 22, 2009
See for yourself and decide. I was awfully moved by who these two people are and what they were doing.
posted on Oct. 19, 2009
Diwali day 2
Today was New Year (don't ask me how… something to do with the Hindu calendar which runs 55 years ahead of the Gregorian one etc etc etc). Basically, it was...
posted on Oct. 18, 2009
The festival of lights, of good cheer, of revelry and sharing.
posted on Oct. 17, 2009
Lovely days, gorgeous evenings....
That's October in this neck of the woods.
posted on Oct. 14, 2009
Frequently the woods are pink...
Whose Pink career may have a close Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet. Emily Dickinson.
posted on Oct. 13, 2009
Waterfall at Gumma
Sunlight streams on the river stones. From high above, the river steadily plunges– three thousand feet of sparkling water– the Milky Way pouring down from...
posted on Oct. 11, 2009
Naughtiness and such-like
Some of you may remember Naughty, the canine offspring of my friends R and M. I visited him this morning. A good time was had by all. then
posted on Oct. 10, 2009
Bring me sunset in a cup....
Sunset Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part...
posted on Oct. 07, 2009
A carving from a temple seen in a tiny village called Roghi** in Kinnaur, a north-western district of Himachal Pradesh. **The name makes me giggle because it...
posted on Oct. 06, 2009
Someone mentioned their furry offspring at the other place the other day. Here are mine.
posted on Oct. 05, 2009