Wednesday, July 9, 2008

46: Percolate

















Today was beautiful on many, many levels. And I would natter on about it for you, for me, but I am simply too exhausted and that pillow is beckoning me oh so sweetly. So as I said sleepily in the car on the way back to Cloquet: "I shall tuck it all away in the poetry part of my brain and let it percolate and report back to you tomorrow."

Let it be so.

8 comments:

Tink *~*~* said...

Your photos are so lovely, I'm having a hard time picking a fave; I think it's the lighthouse. Thanks for sharing these, they are awesome.

Tink *~*~*
My Mobile Adventures *~*~*

Chris said...

molly,

When I read your posts and look at your pictures, you've often captured a feeling I remember having when I've been out-of-doors. I use this phrase too much, but it really feels this way---my heart swells. Am I getting all weepy and feminine? Swooning over dragonflies and lichens and elegant descriptions of things that I can observe as beautiful but have no way to communicate that beauty. I look so forward to your first book of collected words, as I know I will be able to read your words aloud to those that I teach in the future. Hugs to you!

Marfa said...

I love seeing the world through your eyes. This is my first time in your blog, but it won't be the last.

Eireann said...

I spy an MDB. :)

Love Squalor said...

gorgeous pictures. i want to be there, wherever you are!

EWH said...

That moose is tremendous! Were you so close or using the fabulous zoom? Magnificent either way.

Molly said...

Emily: It's a moose head mounted on a wall at the Split Rock Lighthouse. :) Very fierce, you know.

KeLL said...

These pictures are absolutely beautiful. Possibly more postcards?