Emily Dickinson was born on this day December 10, 1830. I often wonder how she would have fared living in today’s society filled with our abundance of social media. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Youtube. Something tells me our modern day appetite for constant disclosure would have gone against the very grain of this quiet and intensely private soul. One hundred and eighty four years later she’s still an enigma and one of America’s most beloved poets. Happy birthday Emily Dickinson.
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree (794)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree -
Another – on the Roof -
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -
And made the Gables laugh -
A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea -
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls -
What Necklaces could be -
The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads -
The Birds jocoser sung -
The Sunshine threw his Hat away -
The Bushes – spangles flung -
The Breezes brought dejected Lutes -
And bathed them in the Glee -
The Orient showed a single Flag,
And signed the fête away -
Please take a moment today to give back to your community, charity of choice or just pay a kindness forward.
These days it’s these sweet faces that I spend the most time photographing.
13 years later and i still feel like this picture on the inside. There just aren’t enough windshield wipers…
While a cool wind has begun to sneak up on us hoping that we don’t notice the shift in temperature these red leaves cannot hide the fact that Autumn is soon upon us.
Happy Monday. Hope everyone has a great week!