Thank you: WordPress likers across the continents

For WordPress likers from the different hemispheres:

 “As if some little Arctic flower

 Upon the polar hem —

 Went wandering down the Latitudes

 Until it puzzled came

 To continents of summer —

 To firmaments of sun —

 To strange, bright crowds of flowers —

And birds, of foreign tongue!…”  – Emily Dickinson

Please click their avatars and public profiles below, in the previous post; and in earlier posts):  Cee Neuner in  Woodburn, Judy @ GrandparentsPlus2  in Burlington, Ileana Partenie  in Bucharest, Ese’ s Voice in  Sofia, Vladimir Brezina in  New York City, sustainabilitea in  Chicago, seeker in Vancouver, Renard Moreau in Port-of-spain, Madelaine in Ridgefield Park, Bams Triwoko  in Jakarta, Angie  in Thailand, Sofie’s Diary, Hamburg und Mee(h)r in  Sulzbach, Madhu in Chennai, The Rider in Johannesburg, sunnyslice in Delhi, Amar Naik  in Mount Laurel, Maxim Sense in Manila … and on previous posts:  toemailer in Montreal, generaliregi in Nairobi ,  lovebee3 in Redmond, Iñigo  Dubai,  Angie in Redmond, , Layas Na in Singapore…

Supermoon (original photo by Myra Lambino)

Supermoon (original photo by Myra Lambino)

From Myra Lambino: “Taken 6/23/13 1155pm in my backyard Los Angeles, CA. This full moon is the closest and largest of the year”

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 “I watched the Moon around the House
Until upon a Pane—
She stopped—a Traveller’s privilege—for Rest—
And there upon
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And next—I met her on a Cloud—
Myself too far below
To follow her superior Road—
Or its advantage—Blue— “
                      – Emily Dickinson
                                 (photo by Myra Lambino)
 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Beyond

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Beyond

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“Every branch big with it

  Bent every twig with it

 Every fork like a white web-foot;

 Every street and pavement mute:

 Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward when

 Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.

 The palings are glued together like a wall,

 And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.

 A sparrow enters the tree,

 Whereon immediately

 A snow-lump thrice his own slight size

 Descends on him and showers his head and eye

 And overturns him,

 And near inurns him,

 And lights on a nether twig, when its brush

 Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.

 The steps are a blanched slope,

 Up which, with feeble hope,

 A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin;

 And we take him in.” 

                                 -Thomas Hardy 

 Photo shot by Myra Lambino a week ago

in Big Bear Mountain, California

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Thank you to WordPress users and “likers” (pls click their avatars and public profiles below): Hamburg und Mee(h)r, Britten Asplund, Judy@grandparentsplus2, livvy30, Wilber Zada Rosendi, Leanne Cole, Vladimir Brezina, 4rozebds, fgassette, Les Petits Pas de Juls, efratadenny, lesleycarter, 3rdCultureChildren, Sebastian, skinnywench, Cee Neuner, Afterglow, gita4elamats, brenda, Ben Nelson, Shutter Bug, The Good Villager, uthamz, OwlMcCloud, Nature on the Edge, urbanwallart, lensandpensbysally, thepoetsbillow, Madelaine, abdulmanaf photography (pingback), Fabulous 50’s (pingback), Mike Hardisty Photography (pingback), Jo Bryant, NinaMaria, Madhu, Kerry Dwyer, woven-decor.com (pingpack), GuenBt.com (pingback) …