Western Kentucky Sunset-2015

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Just living is not enough…

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Just living is not enough…
one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Andersen

Old Kentucky Barn

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Got Her Eye On Spring And New Beginnings

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Searching For Spring~

Searching For Spring

 

 

 

©Cynthia L. Baker 2015 -Permission to reprint in full, or part, must be requested of the author in advance. All Photography is copyright protected.

Daniel Boone, Wendell Berry And I ~ Kentucky

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“Heaven Must Be A Kentucky Kind Of Place”.

Daniel Boone
Wendell Berry 

“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.”
Wendell Berry – Kentucky Author, The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening In Western Kentucky~Robert Frost And I

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

Gaining Wisdom- Elie Wiesel And I ~

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“The more we know,
the more pain we have.
But because we are human beings,
this must be.
Otherwise we become objects rather than subjects.”

Elie Wiesel

Sharing My Sunset and Warmth

Thinking and holding all those in the North Eastern states  in my thoughts and prayers- Sending love, warmth- Stay safe

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Tennyson And I~

 

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 “The quiet sense of something lost”

 

 

Poet Alfred Tennyson

 

 


I and the night alone

The lonely walk

 

“And I too under the stars,
Alone with the night again,
And the water’s monotone;
I and the night alone,
And the world and the ways of men
Farther from me than the stars.”

ARTHUR SYMONS, “Veneta Marina”

The Scent Of Ink

Maybe it was the scent of
the ink and not so much
the words scrawled on the
page
that turned me away
begging you to find
Another muse
To use
To vent your
Rage

©Cynthia Baker♥