Back to The Old Mill |
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Blackberry Blossom |
Zoey and I went on a blackberry hunt. She chased cotton tails while I found gorgeous blackberries and the last blackberry blossom in the thicket. We made it back inside just before the rai... Posted by Lore1i on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 07:44:00 PST |
Arkansas Travelin' |
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Where the hell am I ???? |
It all started when my friend, the Prairie Princess (do pay her a visit she's a doll) put a "myspace map" on her profile. If you are not familiar with them, it's a map with these nifty little ... Posted by Lore1i on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 08:29:00 PST |
I want you green |
Romance Sonambulo
by Federico GarcĂa Lorca Translated by William Logan
Green, how I want you green.Green wind. Green branches.The ship out on the seaand the horse on the mountain. Wit... Posted by Lore1i on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 09:44:00 PST |
Junk Mail - Who needs it? |
Native Forest Network's Guide to Stopping Junk Mail
FACTS ON JUNK MAIL!
The average person gets only 1.5 personal letters each week, compared to 10.8 pieces of junk mail.
Each person will receive alm... Posted by Lore1i on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 04:23:00 PST |
I'm here in Echo Park |
Echo Park - Foggy morning in Los Angeles, CA...">..">..">..">..">..">..">..">... Posted by Lore1i on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 08:29:00 PST |
The Afternoon Rain Sang..... |
Body, remember not only how much you were loved,not only the beds you lay on,but also those desires glowing openlyin eyes that looked at you,trembling for you in voices--only some chance obstacle frus... Posted by Lore1i on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 07:14:00 PST |
Unsavory Valentine's Cards for Children |
They just don't make them like they use to:
Cute but Pervy
I usually find personified food to be disturbing. These two are no exception, but God love'em- in this crazy world they managed to... Posted by Lore1i on Sat, 18 Feb 2006 11:56:00 PST |
Ooh, la, la (Celebrating vivid moments) |
To kick off Valentine's Season - I give you one of my favorite poems:
White Heliotrope
The feverish room and that white bed,The tumbled skirts upon a chair,The novel flung half-open, whereHat, hair-pi... Posted by Lore1i on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 07:56:00 PST |