Thursday, August 23, 2012

sunflowers ~ newbury ma

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays. 
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes. 
~Summer Sun 
by Robert Louis Stevenson

Sunday, August 19, 2012

pam and friends ~ harvard ma

There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.  ~Winston Churchill

Or a woman... 
Horses are just plain good for you. 

Friday, August 10, 2012

adri and a poem

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And childrens's faces looking up
Holding wonder in a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be.
~Sara Teasdale
[Processed using Radlab, texture by Kim Klassen]

{This is fabulous!}

Thursday, August 2, 2012

august break ~ forest river park ~ salem ma

In summer, the song sings itself.
~William Carlos Williams

Want to join in on The August Break?

{photo taken with my Canon PowerShot, processed using RadLab}