#194: Lunch (ish) break
‘Maj. Eaton: We have top men working on it right now. Indiana: Who? Maj. Eaton: Top… men.’ – Raiders of the Lost Ark Making the most of a rare break on my night shift…
Tag: Landscape
#190: Train
‘Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on the highway, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there.’ – Truman Capote, In Cold Blood
#189: Piece of a rainbow
‘There would be no rainbows without sunshine and rain.’ – Roy Bennett
#182: The Queue
‘What we are waiting for is not as important as what happens to us while we are waiting. Trust the process.’ – Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass Queueing for Wimbledon 2016!
#178: Raindrops
‘The rain to the wind said, You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged–though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.’ – Robert Frost Taken yesterday during the storms…
#172: Clouds
‘Aren’t the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton… I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by… If you use your imagination, you can see lots of things in the cloud formations… What do you think you see?’ – Charles M. Schulz, The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 5: 1959-1960 What… Continue reading #172: Clouds
#170: Tiny train
‘You can hear the train in those lines; you can feel its rocking motion.’ – Alexander McCall Smith, Trains and Lovers
#168: Faded glory
‘We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no… Continue reading #168: Faded glory
#167: Airplane
‘Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.’ – Leonardo da Vinci
#153: Peacock
‘I shall always remember how the peacocks’ tails shimmered when the moon rose amongst the tall trees, and on the shady bank the emerging mermaids gleamed fresh and silvery amongst the rocks…’ – Hermann Hesse, The Journey to the East