Dinesh's photos
Poppy
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The poppies send up their
orange flares; swaying
in the wind, their congregations
are a levitation
of bright dust, of thin
and lacy leaves.
There isn't a place
in this world that doesn't
sooner or later drown
in the indigos of darkness,
but now, for a while,
the roughage
shines like a miracle
as it floats above everything
with its yellow hair.
Of course nothing stops the cold,
black, curved blade
from hooking forward—
of course
loss is the great lesson.
But I also say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,
when it's done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive.
Inside the bright fields,
touched by their rough and spongy gold,
I am washed and washed
in the river
of earthly delight—
and what are you going to do—
what can you do
about it—
deep, blue night?
~ Mary Oliver
Surya
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Swift and all beautiful art thou, O Surya,
Maker of the light, illuming all the radiant sky.
Thou goest to the host of gods,
Thou comest hither to mankind,
Hither all light to be beheld.
With that same eye thou look'st,
O purifying Varuna, upon the busy race of men.
Excerpt: "Rig Veda 1 - 50"
A Coot's routine
Pass word is "Tweet"
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Baw Cwn Yn Ung
Pheasant at Lunch *
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Redbreasted Grosbeak
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A barn
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Lost in the forest
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Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
"Lost in the Forest" ~ Pablo Neruda
A song at dusk
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A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
Chinese Proverb
EUROPE
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Baloon flower
A Ford
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Bradley evening
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Ruddy
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Time for a dip
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