PS.1 blue night light
PS.1 in the cool of an Autumn eve
When we set out I did not believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and when we reached the zoo I did. I had not exactly spent the journey in thought. Nor in great emotion. It was more like when a man, after a long sleep, becomes aware that he is now awake.
A red door and one member of the 74th precinct New York’s [other] finest…
“What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like”. St. Augustine
“… I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I …
Planck has seen whole other galaxies. The great spiral galaxy in Andromeda, 2.2 million light-years from Earth, appears as a sliver of microwave light, released by the coldest dust in its giant body
A recent discussion with both a former coastguard and an army parachutist (who jumps regularly for recreation) had me thinking about the sky, and flying through it. If I could chose a spot to fly over in the near future it would have to be Milford Sound in New Zealand’s South Island.
As a little girl in Kenya I remember seeing Masai standing in the markets, one foot lifted and resting on the other knee, red robe draped majestically around them. The red was so deep and crimson.
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