Night, the beloved.
Night, when words fade and things come alive.
When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all
that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.
When man reassembles his fragmentary self.........
and grows with the calm of a tree.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery
4 comments:
love that picture... and the quote, seems v relevant...
and is that moroccan grass whispering in the header? how did it ever grow there in the first place eh? just goes to show what a tiny seed floating on the wind can do.... green whispers...
hi suz, took that pic on sunday while we were out walking and the quote appeared on monday morn...seemed v relevant for the lovely man;)
yea moroccan grass..taken in the sahara just outside a tiny place called Merzouga..and your thoughts were my thoughts exactly lol :o)
i worked in the negev desert in israel for over a year, always amazed me how they irrigated it to grow crops, but blew me away the day after a freak hailstorm when i woke up to see the whole arid area full of wildflowers.. to think that all those seeds had survuved hidden under that baked earth just waiting for a little water for life..amazing!
xx
lovely shot with a great accompanying quote.
Powerful image and quote!
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