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"Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys Do rouse." William Shakespeare, "Macbeth" |
I grow orchids in a small addition to our house, suitably called the "Orchid Room." When the blooms are at their peak, I can spend hours taking pictures of them. Sometimes I think I like my pictures as much as the orchids themselves. Some have a dramatic, moody quality, others a light transcendence. I search through my poetry books, looking for lines that express what I feel. Whether I find the right ones or not, all the orchids are in themselves, stunning and lovely.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Miltassia Shebob "Webmaster"
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