The Magic of the Cities.

Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer

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Showing posts with label William Wordsworth. Show all posts

Friday, October 17, 2014

Autumn Prelude

"Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn
light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long,
glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung
tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies."
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

"Wild is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods."
William Wordsworth

"How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days."
John Burroughs

Fri Oct 17, 2014
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