We trample grass, and prize the flowers of May; yet the grass is green when the flower fades away.Robert Southwell
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Thinker and Luisa are back, one year later, with the blog Quoted
Images, Imaged Quotes. Very much look forward to seeing you around and reading your comments and suggestions.
Thinker and Luisa, November 2010
Images, Imaged Quotes. Very much look forward to seeing you around and reading your comments and suggestions.
Thinker and Luisa, November 2010
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- Clouds to add color.
- The safe place.
- The genius of childhood
- Our lights
- New kind of togetherness
- We trample grass
- Sweetest fruits
- Mariners, waiting for the night sky
- Time
- High hopes
- The sky
- A candle
- The right way
- Friendship
- The silence of a flower
- Smell the flowers
- to hold our destiny in ourselves
- offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of ...
- An arch.
- Human bridge.
- If I were two-faced
- ...That we may record our emptiness.
- Memory of roses.
- Green.
- Aye, what then?
- Falling
- A silent finger
- Yellow
- Writing
- Buildings
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2 comments:
how beautiful... the words have the same mood of the image, great one. another great one :)
Happy you like it Luisa!
The photo has a beautiful mood, it was easy to find a match.
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