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  • from "East Coker" | T.S. Eliot
    And what there is to conquer
    By strength and submission, has already been discovered
    Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
    To emulate—but there is no competition—
    There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
    And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
    That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
    For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

    Trite, perhaps. But true. Often, the “tried and true” is trite. But, so what? The truth is the point.


  • Panhandle scenes at 75 mph. XIT
    Cattle grazing in tall grass in the Texas panhandle. High plains and clouds in the Texas panhandle. Wind turbines in the Texas panhandle.

  • Henry Moore in the forest
    Rocks that look like sculptures by Henry MooreRocks that look like sculptures by Henry MooreRocks that look like sculptures by Henry Moore
  • The Watcher
    A dog watching out of the window of a log cabin

  • ECR 2023
    looking through an opened a weathered door in the mountainsa vase of flowers in a windowa chair with colorful pillowsNewly formed pine cones on a fir treea completed jigsaw puzzle

  • archie's world
    an image of a dog in a field compared to to an Andrew Wyeth painting

  • forty-three years

  • Pals or, maybe, Frenemies
    Basenji and Mini Goldendoodle dogs sitting in chairs

  • One of my favorite pieces at the Met
    Medieval Madonna and Child carved in wood. Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Medieval Madonna and Child carved in wood. Metropolitan Museum of Art

  • 06:04 mdt
    Mountain in sunrise
  • Happy Birthday to this (T)ACLLEH!

  • Out the window

  • LES

  • june seventh
    Happy Birthday to this one:

    Firstborn.

    Happy Anniversary to these two:

    Miss them.


  • Laura's Garden | Bush Library, SMU, Dallas
    Texas TreesTexas WildflowersTexas WildflowersTexas WildflowersTexas WildflowersTexas Trees

  • Mom's vase

  • big and bright
    Print of star-like shapes

  • Winter After the Stillbirth | Renee Emerson
    My husband dreads the winter. Born
himself on the darkest day of the year
and disregarded, he sees nothing
but black ice, danger of pipes
bursting, other people’s cats freezing,
left outside like a name scratched
off the list.
                           But fish still swim
beneath the frozen surface of lakes,
and there are frogs that let their blood
ice over in the mud to thaw again
in the spring, green Lazarus come forth.

    And even I, born on the last day of winter,
can see how the snow can cover this all up
to look cleaner than it ever was, for a moment
at least, while it is still falling in our hair,
in our up-turned, hope-filled faces.
     


  • High windows
    Two windows at dusk
  • More High Windows
    Elsworth Kelly, Austin

    Vibrant stained glass windowsVibrant stained glass windowsVibrant stained glass windows


  • Oregano blossoms
    honeybee in a blossoming oregano plant
  • like capistrano

    The Beach Balls have completed their winter migration!

    beach balls suspended in an oak tree
  • roygbiv
    double rainbow double rainbow
  • Never Did. Nope.
    As Isaak Walton said (almost): "Surely, God could have made a better cocktail. Surely, God never did."
    martini with 1 olive

    #arrangement in white, gray, and olive


  • Here we are!
    I must admit, sometimes I find the daily lectionary to be a chore. Not today.
    This, from Baruch (Baruch! - in the Apocrypha), is simply wonderful:

    ... the stars shone in their watches, and were glad;
    he called them, and they said, ‘Here we are!’
    They shone with gladness for him who made them.

    Baruch 3:34

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