amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration (142/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
You must learn to be still in the midst of activity, and to be vibrantly alive in repose
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
There are only two ways to live your life: One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than in growing with them
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
"Cat said, 'I am not a friend, and I am not a Servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your Cave.'" (141/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
There is no life without water
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
There's a few things I've learned in life: always throw salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for good luck, and fall in love whenever you can
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul (~Neruda of course)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hands
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not (140/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
bokehlicious!
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Imagination is the highest kite that one can fly
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
spaghetti with green garlic & grilled asparagus
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
♫ on candystripe legs the spiderman comes, softly through the shadow of the evening sun ♫ (137/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Pinned by the sun between solstice and equinox, drowsy and tangled together we drifted for months and woke
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
My Wandering Days Are Over
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, (136/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn between bitterness and hope, turning back once again to the task you cannot refuse
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other (135/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
38/365 damn hell hot day macro lens work bathroom
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
He knew a path that wanted walking; He knew a spring that wanted drinking; A thought that wanted further thinking
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
And you turned to me as you were threading daisies on a chain; you said, it's decision time again
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart (134/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days
