Saturday, November 25, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
hollow of a wave
this is one of my favorite pictures.
the men in the boats are in a heap of trouble.
the wave is terrible and beautiful at the same time.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
relax
sit back in your chair a bit.
take a deep breath. relax, hold it.
let it out.
relax, take another deep breath, put your feet flat on the floor.
let it out.
take a deep breath, stretch your neck a little, roll your head from side to side.
relax, let it out.
good job!
keep it up!
peace, peter
Thursday, September 28, 2006
now is now
When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, “What are the days of auld lang syne, Pa?”
"They are the days of a long time ago Laura,” Pa said. “Go to sleep now.”
But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa’s fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the fire-light gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown fiddle. She looked at Ma, gently rocking and knitting.
She thought to herself, “This is now.”
She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the fire-light and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.
Little House in the Big Woods, by Laura Ingalls Willder
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
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