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Whispers of Trees: Yet to come
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Whispers of Trees: Yet to come

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over. F. Scott Fitzgerald. I have seen the light mingled with the trees, caressing barks, and leaves, and twigs and branches. I have seen movement in the woodland silence.…
Whispers of Trees: May Time peal me Awake
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Whispers of Trees: Crossing the Line

The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the supernatural... The brighter it becomes, the more it loses its sound, until it turns into silent stillness…
Whispers of Trees: Woodland Morning
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Whispers of Trees: Woodland Morning

The practical importance of the preservation of our forests is augmented by their relations to climate, soil and streams. John Muir I missed being in the woods for months, this year. The winter seemed so long, late in the months, weeks and…
Autumn Pastels: Mistify the Colours
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Autumn Pastels: Mistify the Colours

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure. Rumi. Among the many phenomena we encounter in the autumn, the fog, the mist, the dampness, the late autumn hoarfrost, forgotten, shall we say, aspects by the arch-complicated mind of the…
Photography of Music: Common Sense, by the numbers
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Photography of Music: Common Sense, by the numbers

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. Bertrand Russell Freeloading is a mess, really.. and I think that when dust settles on a surface somewhere is because the activity there is dulled out already and, one may say, entropy has taken…
Whispers of Trees: Hunting or Taming Trees
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Whispers of Trees: Hunting or Taming Trees

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost I once heard that there are poachers in the forest and those poachers were hunting trees for their natural resource called wood,…
Whispers of Trees: May Time peal me Awake
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Whispers of Trees: May Time peal me Awake

Colours outside, Light inside, and it is not over. Trees Haiku It is said that time heals wounds. But I ask you, dear reader: how can Time heal wounds when it devours its own children? Do you think that Time can save us from our afflictions…