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Tag Archives: Nature
Venice Beach to Japan
Fall into the Sky
Commissioned by Micki Hassemer
Red orange leaves against a January sky!
I hear a Nick Rosen song accompanying this…
Dreams
The dream was always running ahead of me.
To catch up,
To live for the moment in unison with it,
That was the miracle.
Anais Nin
La Fée Verte
With flowers and with women,
with absinthe and with fire,
we can divert ourselves a little,
acting our parts in the play.
Absinthe drunk on a winter evening,
lights up in green the smoky soul;
and the flowers on the darling one
exude perfume before the bright fire.
Charles Cros, 1842 – 1888
Here Comes the Sun
It was a Lunar Eclipse on Monday. And it was the Winter Solstice on a Full Moon on Tuesday. Today, we celebrated the return of the Sun King by dancing out in the alley. Sunshine poured down on Hollywood during a break in the storm. And during the amazing sunset, we were especially lucky to share a double rainbow. And even then, I was told it was a triple rainbow!
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The Road Not Taken
I’m always looking out the window. I’m always looking at things. I’m always seeing beauty hidden within.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost