The Part Isolated from the Whole

“A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

-Albert Einstein 

Photo Friday: The Cool Light

Photo Friday: Warm Colors

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. ” 

― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Pixoto Award

I was quite fortunate to capture the beauty of this meadow in the golden hours - the lighting was spectacular. The photo recently won an award on a photography website which I post some of my work. You can view the photo here: http://www.pixoto.com/images-photography/landscapes/prairies-meadows-and-fields/autumn-gold-74895212

"I"m So Glad I Live in a World Where There Are Octobers."

I"m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."

L.M. Montgomery

October 7th - Alicia's Birthday Celebration

Featuring Alicia's Favorties:

Indian food, Tolkien, St. Francis, and her friends of course.

My adorable roommate brought me flowers. Aren't they lovely?

And what would October be without the vibrant foliage?

Photo Friday: Gold

Galadriel's Song of Eldamar

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:

Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,long years numberless as the wings of trees!

The Setting of Summer

An agitation of the air,

A perturbation of the light

Admonished me the unloved year

Would turn on its hinge that night.

I stood in the disenchanted field

Amid the stubble and the stones,

Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me

The song of my marrow-bones.

Blue poured into summer blue,

A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,

The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew

That part of my life was over.

Already the iron door of the north

Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows

Order their populations forth,

And a cruel wind blows.

-Stanley Kunitz