"I do not know which to prefer,The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after." *
Some morningseven the coffee cup
refuses to sit up straight.
*)
Quoted from
"Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"
by Wallace Stevens
Photographed Saturday morning
in the woods and meadows
of the 13th District's
"Roter Berg"
ha! I knew it was Wallace Stevens. Just lovely, all of it.
ReplyDeleteI know I'm not supposed to, because they are an introduced bird and threaten the survival of our native birds, but I love the call of the blackbirds as the sun goes down.
ReplyDeleteLove Maxie's swinging ears!
lovely..I can just imagine the mood of the moment..thanks for taking me there
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What a lovely lush landscape.
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Special request:
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13 ways of looking at MAXIE
do it and I'll write a poem :)
Mmmm, yummy landscape.
ReplyDeleteNice to see Maxie again.
Abolutely lovely! I want it to be weekend again!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd I like parisbreakfasts idea...
After being away from blogland some days, how I have enjoying catching up on your wonderful posts, Merisi... :o)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post...I am rather partial to Black Birds...and their cousins the Raven and Crow...they make good neighbors my Granddad always said. Lovely pictures as always, and it's almost a crime to call them pictures...more like art work...you and David do thrilling work
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Sandi
"Some mornings
ReplyDeleteeven the coffee cup
refuses to sit up straight."
That just makes me grin. A lovely post!
That looks like a pleasant café. I wonder if it sell schnapps.
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