Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
-Ezra Pound
Just playing with Shakeit again, and wondering if there's any truth to the native saying that two or more seed heads on a stalk of blue grama mean a hard winter ahead.
3 comments:
noooooo! not another hard winter ahead! we've had so many recently. love your top photo.
and given the dismal summer we had, it just doesn't seem fair!
loved seeing the north island through your eyes - my sis went to Port Hardy for a week last month and loved it.
Thanks - I really like the unexpected and uncontrolled results you get from Shakeit. One-step processing with nearly random outcomes :)
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