Now, I must return to the minimal.
sunlight
lingers at each day's end
sap flows
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Departure #10
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
__I have an old and heavy, navy blue corduroy shirt... there's a pocket on each breast, and over all it looks as if it has had little use. It's flaw? The button down collar is worn through at the fold. I've been looking for a replacement, but all are of lighter materials, only a few have pockets, and some with the retailer's emblem where a pocket should be (I should pay for their advertising?) None of those shirts had been made here.
__Guess what I did this morning! A seam ripper, 40 minutes and Kathy's sewing machine; thus in the old fashioned way, I managed to re-position my collar!
reverse
stitches hide the wear of time
obverse
__Guess what I did this morning! A seam ripper, 40 minutes and Kathy's sewing machine; thus in the old fashioned way, I managed to re-position my collar!
reverse
stitches hide the wear of time
obverse
Thursday, January 19, 2012
__In my bothersome state, there are some blogs on which I cannot leave comments... the comment pages have been locking-up. As a Blog-O-Sphere illiterate, "I feel I'm out on the desert, and my only tools are... a canoe and a paddle; sometimes its best to watch the weather, and wait for the rain." _m
drought days
waiting for the rain
a paddle
drought days
waiting for the rain
a paddle
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Departure # 9
Quiet time can generate... free thought.
Ideas.
Seeds planted
By a muse's call...
Nurtured,
Weeded, pruned, urged by thought's breath
Without the restrictive rein of didactic
Demands.
Allowed.
The idea blooms...
__Nurtured, ideas ripen;
__Ignored, they sour on the vine.
Ideas.
Seeds planted
By a muse's call...
Nurtured,
Weeded, pruned, urged by thought's breath
Without the restrictive rein of didactic
Demands.
Allowed.
The idea blooms...
__Nurtured, ideas ripen;
__Ignored, they sour on the vine.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Departure #8
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