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Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.  — Ralph Waldo Emerson

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.     Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.

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Being in the unseen... Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Being in the unseen… Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

They say that location is everything! Location! Location! Location! ;)

They say that location is everything!  Location!  Location! Location! ;)

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.     They say that location is everything!  Location!  Location!  Location!  

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They say that location is everything!  .... Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

They say that location is everything! …. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

The door to success in the entertainment world. Real success is in finding truth, helping others, and ending suffering… not in showing off like some kind of monkey, getting all the apish stares!

The door to success in the entertainment world. Real success is in finding truth, helping others, and ending suffering… not in showing off like some kind of monkey, getting all the apish stares!

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.     The door to success in the entertainment world…   may be illusory.

.     Real success is in finding truth, helping others, and ending suffering… not in showing off like some kind of monkey, getting all the apish stares!

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The door to success in the entertainment world... may be illusory. Mantled Howler Monkey at the zoo, briefly resting after antics with his group... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

The door to success in the entertainment world… may be illusory. Mantled Howler Monkey at the zoo, briefly resting after antics with his group… photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Never ever grow up! Never ever let them contaminate your youth and inner joy with their old words and systems!

Never ever grow up!  Never ever let them contaminate your youth and inner joy with their old words and systems!

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.    Never ever grow up!  Never ever let them contaminate your youth and inner joy with their old words and systems!

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Eastern Amberwing Dragonfly (male)... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Eastern Amberwing Dragonfly (male)… photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Cleanliness is not next to godliness… but genuine, heartfelt compassion is!

Cleanliness is not next to godliness… but genuine, heartfelt compassion is!

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.     Cleanliness is not next to godliness…  but genuine, heartfelt compassion is!

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Clouded Sulphur Butterfly (male) on pink clover... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Clouded Sulphur Butterfly (male) on pink clover… photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Would you rather wake up while you’re you, or afterwards? – E.E.Cummings

Would you rather wake up while you’re you, or afterwards? – E.E.Cummings

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.     Would you rather wake up while you’re you, or afterwards?

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Flagtail Prochilodus, large tetra, South America species... 1 1/2 feet long... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Flagtail Prochilodus, large tetra, South America species… 1 1/2 feet long… photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Multi-photo: Thirteen really isn’t unlucky… and neither is the blackbird that flutters in the mind.

Multi-photo: Thirteen really isn’t unlucky… and neither is the blackbird that flutters in the mind.

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.     Multi-photo:   Thirteen really isn’t unlucky… and neither is the blackbird that flutters in the mind.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

by Wallace Stevens 

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Among twenty snowy mountains,   
The only moving thing   
Was the eye of the blackbird.   

 

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I was of three minds,   
Like a tree   
In which there are three blackbirds.   

 

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.   
It was a small part of the pantomime.   

 

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A man and a woman   
Are one.   
A man and a woman and a blackbird   
Are one.   

 

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I do not know which to prefer,   
The beauty of inflections   
Or the beauty of innuendoes,   
The blackbird whistling   
Or just after.   

 

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Icicles filled the long window   
With barbaric glass.   
The shadow of the blackbird   
Crossed it, to and fro.   
The mood   
Traced in the shadow   
An indecipherable cause.   

 

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O thin men of Haddam,   
Why do you imagine golden birds?   
Do you not see how the blackbird   
Walks around the feet   
Of the women about you?   

 

VIII
I know noble accents   
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;   
But I know, too,   
That the blackbird is involved   
In what I know.   

 

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When the blackbird flew out of sight,   
It marked the edge   
Of one of many circles.   

 

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At the sight of blackbirds   
Flying in a green light,   
Even the bawds of euphony   
Would cry out sharply.   

 

XI
He rode over Connecticut   
In a glass coach.   
Once, a fear pierced him,   
In that he mistook   
The shadow of his equipage   
For blackbirds.   

 

XII
The river is moving.   
The blackbird must be flying.   

 

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.   
It was snowing   
And it was going to snow.   
The blackbird sat   
In the cedar-limbs.
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Following a song, a male Common Grackle Blackbird looks for signs of intelligent life in a thoughtless world. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Following a song, a male Common Grackle Blackbird looks for signs of intelligent life in a thoughtless world. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

This is not a blackbird... as every wise old crow knows.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

This is not a blackbird… as every wise old crow knows. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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