Tuesday, November 4

The Thing with Wings . . .


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

partial poem by Emily Dickinson

Let's soar!


9 comments:

  1. Dear Stiff:

    I remember when you took the picture of the eagle in Alaska. Odd, that it was there, all things considered. The eagle never flies... But soars. And when it is at rest, it is thinking about soaring. Kind of like you, though the symbol here is intended to be far greater.

    I'm having a rum and coke in the next room... If you drop by, bring some ice... Please?

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  2. ahh leslie...
    it's a good day

    and that jack... you and i will share a rum and coke someday... yes we will

    now i'm off to post my eagle... you have inspiried me once again

    big hugs
    keli

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  3. wow wow wow!! what an awesome capture!! i'm totally impressed!

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  4. What a FABULOUS photograph!!
    ~Allie

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  5. Oh, I am envious! Our eagles seem to know when I have my camera waiting!!! BEAUTIFUL!!!!

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  6. I am soaring....with HOPE and that beautiful eagle of yours.

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  7. p.s.
    I am laughing at Jack's comment!

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  8. Yes, I'm happy to be an American again after our long nightmare.
    Super picture!!!
    lots of love

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  9. Beautiful photo, beautiful words from a beautiful soul.
    Yes Lets Soar now!!

    xox
    COnstance

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