Showing posts with label skywatch Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skywatch Friday. Show all posts

Friday, September 17, 2010

My Sky- One Week Ago:

Last Friday morning, Tuscany painted me a farewell picture:
The same valley 24 hours before:

Blue Skies in Tuscany
Blue skies in Tuscany,
Distant curving hills,
Cypresses and olive groves...
And flower-strewn rills.

Villas...and oak trees,
Old and evergreen,
Swallowtails that dance the hours;
Small lizards rarely seen.

The Oriole's lone recital
From a shaded bough;
Soft, warm breezes
That waft the cloudlets slow.

Lilac and yellow broom...
A splash of brightest hue;
Large, dark metallic bees
That visit swift and true.

Hot Sun...and strong scents;
The grasshopper that rasps its joy...
Amidst the lilting grasses...
That beckon and alloy.
~Hugh David Loxdale

Sigh. Happy Friday, everyone.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Skywatching at Calf Pasture Beach


Summer daze.

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Skywatching Over the Harbor

Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, 
an unlimited idea of freedom.

Jonathan Livingston Seagull
-Richard Bach

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Thursday, July 3, 2008

Skywatching at the Fireworks


Happy Fourth of July to my fellow Americans,
And a wonderful weekend to all my far-flung friends!
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Thursday, June 26, 2008

Skywatching


Sea-Fever
by John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Skywatch Friday

Contrails keep watch over flapping sails.
Anna Maria Island, Florida

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Thursday, June 5, 2008

Skywatch Friday



Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Lord Byron

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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Vacation Skywatch

This continent, an open palm spread frank before the sky.
-James Agee
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