1. Summer’s green all girded up in sheaves

     
  2. #warwick #wheat #field #saxonmill
     

  3. so knowing,
    what is known?
    that we carry our baggage
    in our cupped hands  

    -from ‘far memory’ by Lucille Clifton

     
  4. #sushi #birmingham #plates #conveyerbelt
     

  5. inside we are all waiting to catch fire

     
  6. #tomatoes #garden #cross-processed
     

  7. That dreamed and undreamt become each other
    And mix the night and day of your mind;
    And it does not matter your twice crying
    From mouth unbeautied against the pillow

    from ‘Prelude to an evening’
    by John Crowe Ransom

     
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  9. An arctic, oblique light—
    Grave, earthward—
    Roughs in a snowfield’s scoured basin,

    A curved pine-flecked horizon,
    As if onto a province
    The door of an Advent calendar

    Opened—parenthetical
    Whispered as an aside,
    Tallies and marginalia

    Erased, yet readable still
    In the sleet-lacquered gullies
    And scored rock,

    A province severed
    From the present,
    Marooned in the tectonic

    Slippage, in the stress
    Fractures of the mythic.

    "Field Note" by Eric Pankey

     
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  11. it passes without seeing I am here

    it is only me going my own way

    there is no one else who can forget it

     
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  13. This time of year is very, very old. Over eggs,

    that is all we can conclude, us who are asleep,

    who are dreaming this long dream.

     
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  15. I am waiting
    to get some intimations
    of immortality
    by recollecting my early childhood
    and I am waiting
    for the green mornings to come again  
    (from 

    I Am Waiting

    BY LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI)

     
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  17. "Every city in America is approached
    through a work of art, usually a bridge
    but sometimes a road that curves underneath
    or drops down from the sky.”

    From Kissing Stieglitz Good-Bye by Gerald Stern

     
  18. #airplane #travel #stern
     

  19. "A dream can spend
    all night fighting off
    the morning. Let me
    start again. A stream
    may be a branch or a beck,
    a crick or kill or lick,
    a syke, a runnel.”

    From Ephemeral Stream, Elizabeth Willis

     
  20. #charlecote park #uk
     

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  23. Old gold, Bangkok 2008

     
  24. #Bangkok #Thailand #street food #griddle #oldgold
     

  25. Bilbao Airport, Spain

    "The world is round, so travellers tell,
    And straight though reach the track,
    Trudge on, trudge on, ’twill all be well,
    The way will guide one back.”

    from A Shropshire Lad

    by A. E. Houseman

     
  26. #oldgold #may #2011
     

  27. "My foreshadow stretches
    out in front of me.

    We stand on the soles
    of each other’s feet.”

    from Elegy in X PartsMatt Rasmussen

     
  28. #Italy #vineyard #valdobbiadene
     

  29. Doors in Montmartre

     
  30. #Paris #montmartre #architecture #blue