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Sunday, September 27, 2009

Devouring the Sun

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
Jorge Luis Borges
Howell, NJ

Saturday, September 19, 2009


Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment.
Napolean Bonaparte
The Dahlia in the background is what this bud hopes to become.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
Virginia Woolf
Manasquan, New Jersey

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Summer's End

No spring or summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
John Donne