14 Sunday Feb 2021
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. – by Anaīs Nin
I know that our love is still alive – it just needs a careful polishing.
Models: Lauren DiMarco and Oleg Galagan
07 Wednesday Oct 2020
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There’s just no accounting for happiness
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
from Happiness by Jane Kenyon
It was a day of happiness and it was wonderful!
31 Tuesday Mar 2015
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All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way
Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a
garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she
must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and
cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ That was all that passed between
them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always
know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
J. M. Barrie from Peter Pan
I wish I could remember what it felt like to be carefree…
Lauren DiMarco in Ireland.
20 Friday Mar 2015
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Spring Nest © Joan Currie
Another Spring
If I might see another Spring,
I’d not plant summer flowers and wait:
I’d have my crocuses at once,
My leafless pink mezereons,
My chill-veined snow-drops, choicer yet
My white or azure violet,
Leaf-nested primrose; anything
To blow at once, not late.
If I might see another Spring
I’d listen to the daylight birds
That build their nests and pair and sing,
Nor wait for mateless nightingale;
I’d listen to the lusty herds,
The ewes with lambs as white as snow,
I’d find out music in the hail
And all the winds that blow.
If I might see another Spring –
Oh stinging comment on my past
That all my past results in “if” –
If I might see another Spring,
I’d laugh to-day, to-day is brief;
I would not wait for anything:
I’d use to-day that cannot last,
Be glad to-day and sing.
By Christina Rossetti
Savoring the signs of spring…
21 Saturday Dec 2013
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07 Wednesday Aug 2013
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Party dress @ Joan Currie
Maiden, that read’st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May!
from It Is Not Always May by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sometimes it is hard not to lament the passing of time…
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30 Thursday May 2013
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Lauren DiMarco in Ireland © Joan Currie
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write,
And ever since it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O, list,”
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss…
from First time he kissed me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Grateful for the small yet sacred declarations of love…
26 Monday Nov 2012
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© Joan Currie – Charleston bodice & skirt – Mixed media
This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding — it’s got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.
from F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers
The holiday season has arrived. Dressing up for a razzle-dazzle evening…
11 Sunday Nov 2012
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© Rachel Valley
She does not yet know that real love does not demand perfection.
from Labyrinth of Desire by Rosemary Sullivan
But she is about to meet the man who will teach her …
Model: Lauren DiMarco
04 Sunday Nov 2012
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© Joan Currie
Creativity is the Blue Heron within us waiting to fly; through her imagination, all things become possible.
Nadia Janice Brown
This elegant fowl granted me a few moments before spreading its wings and flying away.
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