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Tag Archives: Fences

Seemingly, Eventually

Posted on 05 October 2023 by Isabel Gibson

A trip to the West End. No, not that one. Continue reading →

Posted in Appreciating Deeply, Laughing Frequently, Photos of Built Stuff, Photos of Flora | Tagged Fences, Flowers, Reflections | 10 Comments
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  • Photo Memory of the Week

    Tall grasses with jumbled mix of tan fronds and green, red, and tan leaves, in early morning October sunshine.

  • Cloud of the Week

    Ladies and gentlemen, meet this week's cloud(s). I stumbled across it while walking to a clematis-site sighting from the previous day. By the time I got somewhere without any intervening tree branches, the cloud and the colours had moved on. Forget carpe diem: this is more like arripe occasionem.

     

     

     

    Place: Calgary
    Posted: 2026 Oct 09

    Read my posts about clouds: here and here

    Read knowledgeable stuff about clouds: here

  • Music of the Week

  • Quotes of the Week

    Leucon, no one’s allowed to know his fate,
    Not you, not me: don’t ask, don’t hunt for answers
    In tea leaves or palms. Be patient with whatever comes.
    This could be our last winter, it could be many
    More, pounding the Tuscan Sea on these rocks:
    Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines
    And forget about hope. Time goes running, even
    As we talk. Take the present, the future's no one's affair.
    - Horace's Ode I:11

    Posted: Oct 08

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