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The softness of spring

Dogwood dreaming.

Sometimes you are privileged with a glimpse of the other world, when the light shines up from the west as the sun sets and dazzles something wet. The world is just water and light, a slide show through which your spirit glides.

~ Fanny Howe

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Further worlds

Mountain laurel.  (Taken in the Laurel Highlands of Pennsylvania.  13 July 2013)
Mountain laurel. (Taken in the Laurel Highlands of Pennsylvania. 13 July 2013)

I had been chipping at the world idly, and had by accident uncovered vast and labyrinthine further worlds within it.

~ Annie Dillard

Breaking down.  (By the pond at Breezy Acres.  12 July 2013)
Breaking down. (By the pond at Breezy Acres. 12 July 2013)
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Nature is a language

Atop Broad Cove Mountain.  Cape Breton Highlands National Park.  Nova Scotia.  (8 June 2012)
Atop Broad Cove Mountain. Cape Breton Highlands National Park. Nova Scotia. (8 June 2012)  Let’s have a seat on one of those rocks and see what we can see.  We had to climb a bit to get here so we might as well take our time and enjoy it.

Nature is a language and every new fact one learns is a new word; but it is not a language taken to pieces and dead in the dictionary, but the language put together into a most significant and universal sense.  I wish to learn this language — not that I may know a new grammar, but that I may read the great book which is written in that tongue.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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