Saturday, March 12, 2011

Water Week: Carved Out of Time


Taken February 28, 2011.

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Friday, March 11, 2011

Water Week: Between Storms


Taken March 5, 2011.

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Water Week: Over and Over

All photos taken February 22, 2011
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Water Week: Patchwork Quilt


Taken March 1, 2011.

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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Water Week: Light Flows


Taken February 19, 2011.

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Monday, March 7, 2011

Water Week: Come On In, The Water's Fine

Both taken February 17, 2011
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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Sunday Poetry Post

From an Earlier Spring

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Overheard on a Salt Marsh
by Harold Monro

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
          Green glass, goblin.
          Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.
          No.
Give them me. Give them me.
          No.
Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

          Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

          Hush, I stole them out of the moon.
Give me your beads, I want them.
          No.

I will howl in the deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.
          No.