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  • Beautiful June Sky

    How softly runs the afternoon Beneath the billowy clouds of June! Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949) Closer to sunset than afternoon, but still a beautiful June sky. Continue reading

    Beautiful June Sky
  • Breaking Free

    “Always there was a moment—a quick slip of time—when the sun broke free of the trees and bled from its yolk, spilling in red-orange rivers over the silk.” Terry Kay Continue reading

    Breaking Free
  • Dual in the Sky

    The seasonal Spring battle for North America rages… as warm humid air of summer streams north from the Gulf of Mexico, colliding in a violent confrontation with the cold dry airmass of winter descending from Canada… On this morning the… Continue reading

    Dual in the Sky
  • Flowering Pear Tree of Spring

    Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes. Maria Konopnicka Continue reading

    Flowering Pear Tree of Spring
  • Peaceful

    The angry sky of April paused for a moment… bringing peace and beauty to this lonely old abandoned barn. Continue reading

    Peaceful
  • First Day of April

    “A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew A cloud, and a rainbow’s warning Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in the morning.” Harriet Prescott Spofford Continue reading

    First Day of April
  • Contentment

    “They were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.” J.R.R. Tolkien Continue reading

    Contentment
  • February Beauty

    On the wind in February Snowflakes float still, Half inclined to turn to rain, Nipping, dripping, chill. Christina Rossetti Continue reading

    February Beauty
  • A Kiss Goodnight

    The frozen landscape of winter grips a sleepy world… fields craving the warmth of spring patiently await. A beauty is revealed… yet for only a moment. The winter sky unveils her radiance… embracing her love with a sweet kiss goodnight. Continue reading

    A Kiss Goodnight
  • Winter Time

    “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” Edith Sitwell, “I Live Under a Black Sun” Continue reading

    Winter Time