Tag: Nature Photography
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Late Bloomer
In fact, looking back, it seems to me that I was clueless until I was about fifty years old. Nora Ephron
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Are You Pondering What I’m Pondering?
I’ve been pondering: Will Jack Reacher: Never Go Back be as good as the first Reacher movie? Is it time to forgive Ben Affleck for Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice and go see The Accountant? Why did I mock the tv remake of Lethal Weapon, when it has become a favorite new fall tv show…
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Choices
I can’t help thinking that we’re more than the sum total of our choices, that all the paths we might have taken factor somehow into the math of our identity. Blake Crouch (Dark Matter)
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The Link That Binds
One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken. Leo Tolstoy
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The Leaves They Are A-Changin’
For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea. Katarina Bivald (The Readers Of Broken Wheel Recommend)
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The Whole Of The Hunter’s Moon
I pictured a rainbow You held it in your hands I had flashes But you saw the plan I wandered out in the world for years While you just stayed in your room I saw the crescent You saw the whole of the moon The Waterboys – The Whole Of The Moon
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Driven To Abstraction
Starting the day with a cup of coffee and the morning news during this presidential campaign has driven some to distraction and out of the house on cold autumn mornings. Paddling the kayak toward the middle of the lake, the thoughts of the disappointing morning news and the blurred lines of reality drift away as…
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Best Friends
I’d walk through fire for my best friend. Well, not fire, that would be dangerous. But a super humid room . . . but not too humid because, you know . . . my hair. Pinterest
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Slipping Away
Lately it seems each trip outdoors with the camera brings the realization that the rhythm of nature is marching in a new direction. The autumn leaves blowing through the air on crisp northern winds cross paths with the variety of birds flying toward new destinations. The egrets and cormorants have quietly slipped away, while the…
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