The gold-barr'd butterflies to and from
And over the waterside wander'd and wove
As heedless and idle as clouds that rove
And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.

Joaquin Miller; Songs of the Sun-Lands

A wanton spirit coupled with an uncommon common sense;
Lips curled sweetly on a dozen flights of fancies around the world;
And an endless obsession with beauty, art, love and history.

The charm, of memory is that it is
choosy, chancy and temperamental;
it rejects the edifying cathedral
and indelibly photographs the small
boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon
in the dust. (Click for pictures.)

Monday, January 8

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

12:24 AM

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- Rudyard Kipling

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No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says:
The things have been.
- Samuel Boyse

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