More specifically concerning: trees
immeasurably
30 January 2014, around 7.00.
Alfred Algate, ‘Pine Forest, Ore.’1 Just something I found one day – a pebble as it were, to generate ripples of thought. [↩]
repetition
2 November 2019, around 13.08.
…he who does not grasp that life is repetition and that this is the beauty of life, has condemned himself and deserves nothing better than what will happen to him – death. Hope is an enticing fruit that fails to satisfy, recollection sorrowful sustenance that fails to satisfy. But repetition is the daily bread that […]
A view (49)
31 March 2020, around 18.51.
ennui and falling.
A view (50)
20 April 2020, around 8.32.
poems, trees, mornings.
A view (51)
26 November 2020, around 9.46.
Autumn afternoon, Zigzag.
quired
1 December 2021, around 8.44.
Looking up on the morning walk.