“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” –Dylan Thomas
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” –Emily Dickinson
A simple trio of lilies shot on a warm summer day in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It seems that I like to shoot these flowers on my birthday.
I waited a bit too long to shoot this red tulip blossom. It sat on my desk and slowly dried out. And I have to say, I’m quite pleased about that.
Only a few millimeters across, this is a tiny curl from the shoot of a pea pod. I love how something so small can be so truly wonderful and graceful.
“Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.” –Alice Walker
“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.” –John Burroughs
Now that October is upon us, the leaves have started changing colors.
“People are so busy dreaming the American Dream, fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be, that they’re all asleep at the switch.” –Florence King