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Thinking of love

Welcome back, we are on out way to Molong for a weekend exploring more of Cabonne Country. Expect to see my usual loves -- farmland, fences, old buildings and more -- but first a brief rest in the city at Cook's Park in Orange.

I've even found time to match poems or writings with all this series, such pleasure wandering among words, almost as good a wandering around the country. There is a certain richness about this time of year ... the light is luxurious and the cooler is weather perfect for curling up with a volume of poetry.

Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
"The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?


  1. That poem reminds me of The Flea by John Donne. He is trying to obtain a little more than a kiss.

    The light in this image is just superb. It does wondrous things with the colours of the leaves. Such depth to the image ...

  2. It will be interesing to go through the fall with you just as we are entering summer.

    If Julie arrives before I do I usually feel like saying, "Wot she said." I have just so many adjectives in my vocabulary, JE.

  3. A gorgeous composition to match with the previous post! Wonderful!

  4. "wot pj said" ... it is really surreal, we had around 30°C yesterday, everything is blooming and growing and sprouting ... and you are talking about autumn ... .

    Even if I do not like autumn, the light and the colours are nice - as it is shown in your last two photos.


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