Licht Years

where are you going, where have you been?

with my hands in my pockets

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susans by the fence

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catching the color

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rising above

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summer daydream

Gardens are poems
Where you stroll with your hands in your pockets.

~ Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

22 thoughts on “with my hands in my pockets

  1. roughwighting

    P.S. Your photos remind me of my writing- we catch a glimpse of something beautiful – a flower, a glance, a window – and catch it into our camera or writing lens: add a bit of glimmer, a ghost of shadow, allowing the background to sink into fuzziness while focusing on the sharp beauty; thus, we highlight the romance of life.

  2. dianeschuller.com

    absolutely gorgeous and I love his statement – so true. I especially adore your photo of the hydrangea and the black eyed susans 🙂 And such a creamy yellow daylily.

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