Dinesh's photos
Any place is good space
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Such is the ultimate and cryptic truth of every kind of organisms, large and small, every bug and weed. The flower in the crannied wall – it is a miracle. If not in the way Tennyson, the Victorian romantic bespoke the portent of full knowledge (by which “I should know what God and man is”), then certainly a consequence of all we understand from modern biology. Every kind of organism has reached this moment in time by threading one needle after another, throwing up brilliant artifices to survive and reproduce against nearly impossible odds. ~ Page 491 From "The Diversity of Life" E. O. Wilson : author
Lost in the act
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NANASTE
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Hello
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Mighty
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So early it’s still almost dark out.
I’m near the window with coffee,
And the usual early morning stuff
That passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
Walking up the road
To deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
And one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
They aren’t saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
Each other’s arm.
It’s early in the morning,
And they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly,
The sky is taking on light,
Though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
Death and ambition, even love
Dosen’t enter into this
Happiness. It comes on
Unexpectedly, and goes beyond, really,
And early morning talk about it.
“Happiness” ~ Raymond Carver
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Before my bed
There is bright-lit moonlight
So that it seems
Like frost on the ground:
Lifting my head
I watch the bright moon
Lowering my head
I dream that I'm home
From "Jing Ye Si" ~ Li Po
Virgil and The Aeneid
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Virgil's great epic poem, 'The Aeneid,' became a literary classic immediately on its appearance and has lost none of its power since. the Roman world honored Virgil for his poetic genius not only by treasuring his work but also by portraying him in art. here two muses, who inspired artists, flank the poet while he writes his epic poem (C.M. Dixon/Photo Resources)
www.gutenberg.org/files/22456/22456-h/22456-h.htm
Dr. K.T.Rao
Portrait of Somasa
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samosa
A samosa (/səˈmoʊsə/) (listenⓘ) is a fried central Asian[2] pastry with a savoury filling, including ingredients such as spiced potatoes, onions, peas, meat, or fish. It is made into different shapes, including triangular, cone, or crescent, depending on the region.[3][4][5] Samosas are often accompanied by chutney, and have origins in medieval times or earlier.[3] Sweet versions are also made. Samosas are a popular entrée, appetizer, or snack in the cuisines of South Asia, the Middle East, Central Asia, East Africa and their South Asian diasporas.
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after her birthday
I leave the petals
where they fall
Maurice Nevile
thehaikufoundation.org/haiku-dialogue-the-language-of-flowers-flowers-traditions-and-occasions
The Soundscape
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OUR SONIC ENVIRONMENT AND TURNING OF THE WORLD
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._Murray_Schafer
ia600204.us.archive.org/11/items/ruidolibrebibliografia/Schafer_the-soundscape.pdf