Fleurs de Rocaille

Where the most beautiful wild flowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and poets grow. - Thoreau

Flowers by the Brook by Steven McLaughlin

flowers from a brook

that's what she dressed herself in

not a fig leaf more

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Author's Note

“I was walking in a meadow, the source of a small brook, when the sun at last, just before setting, after a cold, gray day, reached a clear stratum in the horizon, and the softest, brightest morning sunlight fell on the dry grass and on the stems of the trees in the opposite horizon and on the leaves of the shrub oaks on the hillside, while our shadows stretched long over the meadow east-ward, as if we were the only motes in its beams. It was such a light as we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air also was so warm and serene that nothing was wanting to make a paradise of that meadow.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Your mentor has reason and truth. You appreciate the glory but pleasure in the reality of what might not be there but is and makes truth shine! Thoreau's words example what you feel, how you write, what you need to see. That is what choice allows. Learning another's view takes one over the distance ahead and shows more than more than more.

Simplicity retains the flaws and - rejects the artificial. What is ever present contains everything, not erasures, no enhancement.. but truth and nothing but..

[Pete]

less is more. nature speaks volumes to us but men exploit it for nothing but self gain. men ignore reason and hardly know what truth is anymore as they twist it almost beyond recognition. the artificial introduces its own flaws far worse than any. truth is a battleground.

"A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone." - Thoreau