Reflex photos

History

tuesday challenge entry

Horse Crowd

vazaar entry Rural

Paint

see it sunday entry...

Peek Turtle

macroday entry Anything But Bugs

Good Morning Titmouse

never enough seed

Hysteria

I know I know

I took too much

but the tree was there

with its enticing skins,

the garden intolerably quiet,

the snake so colorful, resolute,

I thought if I could just fondle

the fruit . . but now, Please God,

I want to go back to the beginning

of the day so I can say no thank you:

it's all considerably more than I can handle.

Susan Hahn

Hysteria

In Training

shutterday entry Necks

I Love

Goosewing Beach, Little Compton, RI in November... sometime sunny sometimes rainy...beautifully stark & windy, cleans out the soul

Travel by Car

photo friday entry

Portrait

thursday challenge entry ... Jamie

Autumn

lensday entry... vazaar entry

Try to Praise the Mutilated World

Try to praise the mutilated world.

Remember June's long days,

and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.

The nettles that methodically overgrow

the abandoned homesteads of exiles.

You must praise the mutilated world.

You watched the stylish yachts and ships;

one of them had a long trip ahead of it,

while salty oblivion awaited others.

You've seen the refugees heading nowhere,

you've heard the executioners sing joyfully.

You should praise the mutilated world.

Remember the moments when we were together

in a white room and the curtains fluttered.

Return in thought to the concert where music flared.

You gathered acorns in the park in autumn

and leaves eddied over the earth's scars.

Praise the mutilated world

and the gray feather a thrush lost,

and the gentle light that strays and vanishes

and returns.

Adam Zagajewski