Evening roost

Canon PowershotS3IS

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BLAZING in gold and quenching in purple

Canon Powershot S3IS
Ranthambore

BLAZING in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying his wrinkled dark face, to die

E.D & lil me

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HOPE is the thing with feathers

Nikon D70

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson

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