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Friday, August 28, 2015
roulston scar and hood hill
on the western escarpment of the north york moors
(pic with phone)
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eens toen ik bij de mieren
in Zwitserland woonde
hoorde ik dat de wijsheid
een bergbeek voorstelt,
klaterend uit de hemel
maar ik luisterde niet
later wachtte
ik voor de open rots
maar de uren smolten
het blauwe kristal niet
eindelijk viel
een lange regen
in mijn voetstappen.
-Hans Lodeizen, 1948-
long-winded rain
all photographs are taken with my phone (previously, until about 2012, with a Lumix DMC-TZ2)
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daar ben ik
early dinner...
more of the same
heather, heather, everywhere
roulston scar and hood hill
good morning!
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