When the green woods laugh With the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream Runs laughing by; When the air does laugh With our merry
There are no lines in nature, Only areas of color, One against another. Edouard Manet Definitely an Oriole, perhaps a Scott’s or a Bullock’s, or
“I would venture to guess That Anon, Who wrote so many poems Without signing them, Was often a woman.” Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
What is the good Of your stars and trees Your sunrise and the wind, If they do not enter Into our daily lives? E. M.
Way before Watergate, Senior Administration Officials Hid behind anonymity. Bob Woodward Over the past few years I have taken many photos of Ravens and
“Those who have never known the deep intimacy And the intense companionship Of happy mutual love Have missed the best thing That life has to