Monthly Archives: August 2013

Martha’s Pics

It was luxuries like air conditioning that brought down the Roman Empire. With air conditioning their windows were shut, they couldn’t hear the barbarians coming. Garrison Keillor Photo Martha Hughes

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People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. James Joyce Photo Martha Hughes

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Martha’s Pics

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building. Carl Sandburg Photo Martha Hughes

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My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning to see things from the plant’s point of view. H. Fred Dale Photo Martha Hughes

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Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in … Continue reading

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Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician’s music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind. Charles de Lint Photo Martha Hughes

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Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week. Joseph Addison Photo Martha Hughes http://marthahughes.com

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John Week

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find … Continue reading

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John Week

Sun-struck, stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands as if considering how to cool avian plastic, dive into the mown lagoon of lawn; how take flight on dayglow flap-doodle wings, no matter if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast. … Continue reading

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John Week

There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, … Continue reading

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