Monthly Archives: August 2015

Looking out over the lake, I felt enveloped in the most peaceful, loving utopia. Laurie Kahn Photo Kelly Clifford

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To a foreigner a Yankee is an American. To an American a Yankee is a Northerner. To a Northerner a Yankee is a New Englander. To a New Englander a Yankee is a Vermonter. To a Vermonter a Yankee is … Continue reading

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WATERFALL WEEK CONCLUDED

There is a hidden message in every waterfall. It says, if you are flexible, falling will not hurt you! Mehmet Murat ildan Photo Nancy Six

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WATERFALL WEEK

I love the sounds and the power of pounding water, whether it is the waves or a waterfall. Mike May Photo Meri Murphy

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WATERFALL WEEK

As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the … Continue reading

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WATERFALL WEEK

We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one. Jacques Yves Cousteau Photo John Baumann

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WATERFALL WEEK

When I was walking in the mountains with the Japanese man and began to hear the water, he said, ‘What is the sound of the waterfall?’ ‘Silence,’ he finally told me. Jack Gilbert, Collected Poems Photo Nancy Six

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WATERFALL WEEK

The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it’s so great, because for a little bit I’m out of my brain, and it’s got nothing to do with me. I’m … Continue reading

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WATERFALL WEEK

Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?” That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at … Continue reading

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Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you. Richard Brinsley Sheridan Photo Kelly Clifford

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