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Broken down


And red rule applied again, I think to good effect.

Musing:
If I can stop one heart from breaking by Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

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  1. JulieJune 12, 2009 at 7:55 AM

    ooo ... you have been tweaking!

    I am glad you did not crop the foreground out of your red truck image. I agree about the instant pop-value of red. Works a treat. But not at the expense of rusty metal, old fences and gates.

    Looking forward to the focus on gates ...

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  2. JulieJune 12, 2009 at 7:57 AM

    I think I would have liked to have met and conversed with Emily. Today's verse is a little unusual for her: bordering on the trite. But so well encapsulated ...

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  3. Joan ElizabethJune 12, 2009 at 8:57 AM

    The tweaking was more of a happy accident than contrived. The photo was hopelessly over exposed so I was working on trying to fix and accidentally did the 'window' in the photo. When I proceeded to try various crops I found too much of the interest disappeared. When I had the whole photo at the same exposure the truck lost it's presence. So I went back to the accidental version.

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  4. Joan ElizabethJune 12, 2009 at 9:06 AM

    I agree the Emily poem does seem simplistic for her. I'd be interested to understand at what point in her life she wrote this. When she was young and idealistic or older and understood pain.

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  5. PaulaJune 13, 2009 at 1:35 AM

    The photo is grand, accident or not.

    This is one of her poems that I know best. I probably learned it early on in school.
    She was a very odd woman and she burned a lot of her work when she was alive. I hate to think what we've missed out on.

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