Licht Years

where are you going, where have you been?

with my hands in my pockets



susans by the fence


catching the color



rising above



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.


    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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