tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post701950910340214660..comments2023-10-24T09:29:32.492-04:00Comments on the golden fish: that was the wallstevenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-89271556957464229042011-06-14T07:32:27.676-04:002011-06-14T07:32:27.676-04:00matias hey you're welcome! and thankyou. ste...matias hey you're welcome! and thankyou. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-48048934883749159712011-06-13T21:40:04.351-04:002011-06-13T21:40:04.351-04:00Seven.. thanks for your words :)
Saludos my friend...Seven.. thanks for your words :)<br />Saludos my friend :)Dejemonos sorprenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349000182949239074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-47098924125586546842011-06-13T18:03:41.473-04:002011-06-13T18:03:41.473-04:00kay, thankyou so much. to help share what my eyes ...kay, thankyou so much. to help share what my eyes see i use two cameras for this blog. the one i use the most is an olympus e420. it is really sweet and generally very kind to me. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-63205423238180728462011-06-13T18:02:01.643-04:002011-06-13T18:02:01.643-04:00thankyou reya. my favourite rememberings are those...thankyou reya. my favourite rememberings are those that have gained some context in the long arc of life. they don't have to be beautiful of course, just real and i have to have made the effort to see them for exactly what they are. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-84549542797150624152011-06-13T17:59:12.255-04:002011-06-13T17:59:12.255-04:00aguja thankyou. stevenaguja thankyou. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-5859790243671487522011-06-13T17:58:56.721-04:002011-06-13T17:58:56.721-04:00ellen, you know i place no expectations on anyone ...ellen, you know i place no expectations on anyone who visits and so if that brings you some degree of goodness then we share the little joy. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-49397681772231308002011-06-13T17:57:59.362-04:002011-06-13T17:57:59.362-04:00weaver thankyou. these little daisies are me feet ...weaver thankyou. these little daisies are me feet from me as i type. i took the picture in the rain. they made me think of a couple. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-1745557919685085732011-06-13T17:55:53.238-04:002011-06-13T17:55:53.238-04:00ruth so much hovers and imbues our present experie...ruth so much hovers and imbues our present experiencing from the past. i hear the tenses speaking to each other. a wistful distancing. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-36732706514481551262011-06-13T17:54:40.650-04:002011-06-13T17:54:40.650-04:00tess it's an old building that presently house...tess it's an old building that presently houses the local rowing club. i love old stone and old brick. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-55114194228615506852011-06-13T15:12:45.600-04:002011-06-13T15:12:45.600-04:00stunningly beautiful...words and images...boy you ...stunningly beautiful...words and images...boy you must have a great camera..those daisies are amazing..xxKayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16584116146098939783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-58676679298801950792011-06-13T12:47:42.568-04:002011-06-13T12:47:42.568-04:00The hair of my remembering is definitely blowin...The hair of my remembering is definitely blowin' in the wind at this moment in time.<br /><br />THANK YOU for this beautiful way to contemplate the experience. You blow my mind, Steven - you do!Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-75453442727379692722011-06-13T10:17:19.771-04:002011-06-13T10:17:19.771-04:00Fantastic images evoked with your words in this po...Fantastic images evoked with your words in this poem, Steven.agujahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15857809123531088629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-37293942368463374092011-06-13T09:40:09.833-04:002011-06-13T09:40:09.833-04:00I would come just for your header pics.I would come just for your header pics.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-56829636878333752402011-06-13T09:32:27.321-04:002011-06-13T09:32:27.321-04:00Lovely as usual steven - and a superb new header.Lovely as usual steven - and a superb new header.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-15577557567601843042011-06-13T08:19:42.603-04:002011-06-13T08:19:42.603-04:00This weaving of past regrets into what is, what is...This weaving of past regrets into what is, what is beautiful, is perfect. The poem is like rumi in completeness. There is also a timelessness in it. We have these altars in our memory, they stand out like this wall.<br /><br />Your header image of raindropped daisies is astonishingly lovely too.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-84121154095965728662011-06-13T07:29:20.007-04:002011-06-13T07:29:20.007-04:00I love the juxtaposition of the limestone and the ...I love the juxtaposition of the limestone and the brick in your image. Sometimes our thoughts and imaginings do hit a brick wall. Lovely last line.Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-55445955371968544242011-06-13T06:53:14.950-04:002011-06-13T06:53:14.950-04:00kathleen, i see this wall on my bike rides out of ...kathleen, i see this wall on my bike rides out of town and this time i stopped. as i got closer a story appeared in my mind, actually more of an image. of an ending. here is what i can share. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767484157936178574.post-13687494323862978352011-06-13T00:58:57.753-04:002011-06-13T00:58:57.753-04:00Beautiful . . . you evoke so much . . . into the a...Beautiful . . . you evoke so much . . . into the air of my remembering -- what an image!Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18372015226222285350noreply@blogger.com