[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
Showing posts with label Countryside. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Countryside. Show all posts
Thursday, August 13, 2026
Friday, October 20, 2023
Thursday, April 6, 2023
Sunday, April 2, 2023
Thursday, August 11, 2022
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
A quiet place
A recently unusual moment of relax and detox. Riding along the river Mur with my wife, we spotted this corner of quietness and shade and sat for a picnic. I'm in between many things and thoughts. A short hiatus is what I would need, if I only could afford it.
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
Sunday, December 5, 2021
Thursday, September 30, 2021
Tuesday, September 21, 2021
Thursday, August 12, 2021
Tuesday, July 27, 2021
Tuesday, July 20, 2021
Sunday, June 20, 2021
Monday, May 17, 2021
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Here comes
Saturday, August 8, 2020
Strada Consolare (Consular Road)
Friday, June 26, 2020
Thursday, June 25, 2020
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