November 27, 2009

“The rose must re-become the bud born of its parent stem, before the parasite has eaten through its heart and drunk its life-sap.”
~HP Blavatsky



November 22, 2009

river view

“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.”
~ William Cullen Bryant


November 16, 2009

chinook cloud

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.”

~ T.S. Eliot