Duck pond in fall.
Think I can find a warmer place to swim.
Time passes . . .
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Voices In Time
It is only through art that we can escape from ourselves and know how another person sees a universe which is not the same as our own and whose landscapes would otherwise have remained as unknown as any there may be on the moon
Marcel Proust
"Poetry is the dark side of the moon, it's up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn't what you're loooking at. It's behind what you're looking at."
Charles Wright -- American Poet Laureate
Ah, but would it look so inviting?
ReplyDeletethanks for the visit,nice pics
ReplyDeleteWonderful place, but fall is too cold for wetness Goatman. Wish it was my backyard tho.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful place, Goatman.
ReplyDeleteG'day from Oz,
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Like the look of this water....a place to sit and think perhaps? But swim? Not for me, I'll sit on the bank.
beautiful picture
ReplyDeletetry swimming in the warmth of your heart ... as you gaze at the water from the water's bank. Wonderful place to ponder.
ReplyDeleteThis is very charming ! Thank you!
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