Summer’s end’s nigh

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—
Emily Dickinson

Golden days. I love this time of year.

I’m in Portland. It’s so pretty that if I didn’t live in the place in this photo I might be starting a whole series of daydreams about moving here.

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6 Responses

  1. betsy says:

    This is beautiful — both the photo and Emily’s words. And perfect together.

  2. Melissa G says:

    Love the light coming in over her shoulder.Is that an embroidered blanket?

  3. Saskia says:

    Love the sunlight illuminating the book! A divine read? We’re coming into Spring in Melbourne – looking forward to reading outside soon too.

  4. As a photographer, I stopped when I found your blog. The photo is amazing. Nice capture.

  5. Ange says:

    Great photo – I can almost feel the Salt Spring sun on my skin…ah, those were the days!

  6. Oh, I love the picture! I wonder what is she reading? Lovely.

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