Wednesday, August 23, 2006

'Hidden like thought, in an old field of weeds.' Posted by Picasa

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'Whatever I saw, it was all amidst the ruins of a latter day - of things gone and forgotten, withered and wrecked'. Posted by Picasa

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Sunday, August 13, 2006

'Angles, the straight view along - as if all matter was always so defined and so determined'. Posted by Picasa

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'The man, wizard-like, and with only his words and emotions, made the cauldron flame up, retreat, and roar up again, as everyone else raptly watched.' Posted by Picasa

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'Something sighted?....Something heard?...' Posted by Picasa

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Sunday, August 06, 2006

'Vast promontory, and the outline of ridge.' Posted by Picasa

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Thursday, August 03, 2006

'I so reflect another day - one of long-lost, more sorrowful times but times with treasured richness too. Now, everything is sinking, dead.' Posted by Picasa

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'What we've taken we NEVER give back - so just get used to it. We work for the devil.' Posted by Picasa

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'Dunghole, wasted effort, ash heap of history, not even worth re-trying, given away already to thieves and crooks.' Posted by Picasa

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