Permission to land ...
Framed at night . . .
Triple lights in the night ..
Doum Tek Ka . .
Who are you ?
Going down ..
And there were ..
Flowers ..
Alexandria drum ..
End Of Watch - 21 December 2011
Seasonal colors ..
A gift from Big Huge Labs . . go do one for yourse…
Time ..
We're here ..
It's snowing ..
Windows ..
Great crop ..
It almost worked ~
Cooling aromas ...
- and on the eve
Thoughts many of us have had ..
Opinion ..
Quiet through the trees ..
Angles of Christmas ...
Christmas Dinner ** 2011
Lights -
Tonight .. Reflection of a Holiday Past - AA223
Still Life in feathers ...
Above ..
A Night to Remember ..
Drop in ..
Solace ...
Thoughts ...
.. pair of hands
"Was the sound of distant drumming.."
Night rhythms ..
TCGs ..
Aylah !
Light and motion ..
Nu'riah
Well loved ..
Shadows of pink ..
" When the bee stings " ...
NAC #2011
Madam Butterfly ..
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High Flight
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
John Gillespie Magee, Jr
1922 - 1941
- more information on the author of this poem -
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_Flight
(photo by Peggy C)
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High Flight
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
John Gillespie Magee, Jr
1922 - 1941
- more information on the author of this poem -
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_Flight
(photo by Peggy C)
© All rights reserved
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