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    field of stars (thank you Oliver Schroer)
    field of stars (thank you Oliver Schroer)
    these tangled threads
    the early moonlight through those trees
    same road, different days
    blueprint (these days quilt no.2)
    mandala roots
    hunting for beach treasures
    the breath and the ground
    layers of perspective
    the December sunset in her front yard; 1187 Allens Side Rd (detail)
    the quiet spring thaw
    finally, the harvest
    love for the seasons
    the sun is snowing (thanks C. JoyBell C.)
    windows into new details
    listening: eyes, ears, undivided attention, heart
    the orange this time of year
    scratching away past and future
    blackbirds singing in the pattern of change
    out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field (thanks Rumi)
    sthiram and sukham, both firmness and ease
    Kakebeka (and life) Falls (and rises)
    just thoughts, in the blowing reeds
    one phase of sunrises; my Goulais River commute
    the gentle rain; new views from the road
    in between sunrises and building codes
    many moments in the forest
    connecting the pieces
    Ezra's orchid, and the space in which to notice
    this winter tree
    landscape for going slow and being quiet
    holding ambilvalence
    the January blackout
    the light at this time of day, this time of year
    constant as the northern star (thanks Joni)
    Maggie's enso
    branches into birds
    high tide, low tide
    observing the mind's quilt
    the grass that Pema stands in, in black and white no.2
    the houses that hang over the wide wide sea, il mare breathes on them
    3 windows and a door, 2 plants and a million emotions
    Filadelfia-red clothespin, clasping my memories
    temple bird meets angel
    the green robe, its colour so soft in the sun
    animated olive trees, that drive down the mountain when I felt their pulse
    olive nets, like streaks of sunset in the full trees, pieni come me
    doppo ventiquattro anni, my electric trigger of nostalgia
    Fido, the lone ranger and ever-devoted companion; amico bello
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