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The Moaning Wind
There are certain levels, where
I can adjust the bedroom
The one above my head...
So that the wind moans like...
The Ancestors in White Birds...
English moors in Winter...
Flying Dutchman's sails in
Never will the sounds made
Equal my soul's...
When you departed
Throughout the fall, I have been moaning about the lack of color in the trees of our neighborhood.
But when I went to visit my mom and sisters and I took a walk around the neighborhood, I was in a virtual HEAVEN of incredible reds, golds and oranges!!!
I took these photos two days before Hurricane Sandy ripped the leaves from the tree branches. Oh did I enjoy the colors!!!
On another happy note, I met two wonderful blogger friends - Joan T.(www.flickr.com/photos/23074176@N08/ and her fabulous blog watercolorsbyjoan2.blogspot.com/) and Susan (www.flickr.com/photos/52358552@N06/).
They joined me for Jean Haines demonstration the Friday evening before her weekend workshop. WHAT FUN! Then Joan and I spent a couple of hours together after the storm passed just chatting and sharing and making plans to get together again. Flickr and blogging have been such blessings to meet the most talented, wonderful, generous and marvelous friends!!!
When I finally was able to return home, most of the color of my own trees was gone, and with temperatures dropping and wind and rain blowing (yes, we got some strong wind and rain from Sandy too), most of the fall color is now behind us.
But since I so LOVE the fall season, these photos will paint my world fabulous colors in the gray days ahead.
Hope you enjoy them too!
Moaning Riley my Airedale looking out the window at the children making snowmen and playing in the snow. It didn't seem quite fair for him to not play too.
Parque natural de Gorbea..... Separando Vizcaya y Álava se encuentra un Parque Natural de 20.000 ha de extensión cuya cumbre, el Gorbea, es la mas alta de Vizcaya y de Álava simultaneamente.
En la cumbre del Gorbea, a 1482m de altura sobre el nivel del mar, el visitante puede encontrarse con una enorme cruz de 18 metros de altura que cada año acoje a miles de aficionados al senderismo y la montaña.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 71
February 15th 2007
..... to our newest undead recruits, today is the first day of the rest of your afterlife.”
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With a broken arm. I heard «her» moaning...
Please don't leave badges, group images or invitations on my stream!! No time left for that meanwhile...
Probably the favorite cafe I've ever been to. You have to climb a mountain to get to it. The wonderful atmosphere, stunning views out of the floor to ceiling windows and of course great coffee make Cafe Moan a must go if you are in Kyoto!
Wikie & Moana Orcas
Ne pas utiliser sans ma permission !
Do not use without my permission!
Nose art of a Fairchild Rebublic A-10C "Warthog" participating in Hawgsmoke 2014.
163d Fighter Squadron (163d FS) "Blacksnakes"
Davis-Monthan AFB, AZ USA
Hear my dreaming
You'll be drowning
You ought to hear my long snake moan
You ought to see me from my throne
Dunk you under deep salt water
In my dreaming
You'll be drowning
It always depresses me when people moan about how commercial Christmas is. I love everything about it. The tradition of having this great big feast, slap bang in the middle of winter, is an essential thing to look forward to at the end of the year. - Richard E. Grant -. Find us at SIAJNAD.COM