Monday, August 30, 2010


under tall stately pines
one finds

musty and sweet

*"In some mysterious way, woods have never seemed to me to be static things.  In physical terms i move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me."    ~John Fowles

** I just returned from a week in beautiful Colorado, so a few of last weeks posts are from that trip. You will see a few more in days to come. How wonderful the smell of pine and the dry cool air!

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