Dinesh's photos

After rain after many days without rain, it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees, and the dampness there, married now to gravity, falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground where it will disappear — but not, of course, vanish except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share, and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss; a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole's tunnel; and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years, will feel themselves being touched. "Lingering in happiness" ~ Mary Oliver

The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the stones and go away Tomorrow dead will come to stay." So sure of death the marbles rhyme, Yet can't help marking all the time How no one dead will seem to come. What is it men are shrinking from? It would be easy to be clever And tell the stones: Men hate to die And have stopped dying now forever. I think they would believe the lie. "In a disused graveyard" - Robert Frost

My Neighbour in Okemos, Michigan

Replica of Thoreau's dwelling place for 2 years of his life of solitude; built the cottage himself, cultivated his food, studied nature, read Philosophies

One of the first frigates built for US Navy, launched in 1797. 204 ft (62 m) long and usually carried more than 50 guns and a crew of over 450. Restored in 1927-31 www.ussconstitution.navy.mil/

Boston - Seen from USS Constitution

I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be; The waves that plunged along the shore Said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!" - - - -George William Curtis