Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river. — i...
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched. — Simon Van Booy said that...
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy,...
Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers, swinging aloft on a willow spray...
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another. — Edouard Manet...
It’s so curious: one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of...
One of the ongoing projects of modern art, and probably its most serious is to tell...
the sun did not shine, it was too wet to play, so we sat in the...
Taking photographs and writing is my way of saying I was here, I saw this, I...
The rice has been cut and you can see the smoke in the distance where the...
Leaves were falling, just like embers,In colors red and gold, they set us on fire,Burning just...