“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
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.
“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
Another reoccurring subject in my 365 Project is feathers. This tiny down feather is the latest image in that theme.
I am spent. I worked practically all night on a project and got very little rest.
“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
“Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.” –Henry David Thoreau
Always vigilant, a tiny solitary Seuss-like tree stands alone in a vast never-ending grey.