I've thoroughly enjoyed your poems this week EJ. Since I have the quotes for next week, I made a point of at least popping in to read the board some and your quotes have been a great addition to the board. Thanks and hope you do it again soon, next round.. smiles..

What always amazes me, is that what we see when we look in a mirror isn't what we see when we look at a photograph of ourselves. A camera doesn't discern what it records without the aid of filters, f stops, and selective composing. It just lays it out. I noticed that the first time I started doing sky photographs. I also noticed it when I'd get ready for a big occasion, be satisfied with my reflection and then want to hide the photographic record. Of course these thoughts are the concrete and literal translation of an analogy in poetry, but it's non the less true.

DH and I shared our Valentines, this morning. We haven't bought any in years; the date read "2/14/1980". Don't know what we did with the cards before that, but the verses in these still say it all.

The first quote, esp.---So right! Thank you, Anne! That's how it was when I lived in the woods. I was living in sacred space and respected that, paid my dues, and learned so much. ---It also reminds me of hearing the crows sounding off yesterday---I rested on the shovel and started looking for the Red Tail or the Coopers---imagine my eyes getting big as saucers as I watched a full grown gorgeous Red Fox go trotting down the 'back forty' maybe 35' from me. I KNEW there was a Fox or something---Georgie-Porgie has come streaking back to the house a number of times--I thought it was the huge Groundhog or the small Grey Fox we usually only see some nights in winter. I couldn't get over how tall the Red was---I had goosebumps; he was so majestic---every movement was fluid. I hope the cats continue to give him a wide berth...