The mystery of bees

It is a strange thing. Every day heralds its end with darkness that envelops our world. It is in this quiet and when the night is as clear as glass that stars resemble glittering diamonds. I fix my gaze on star after star and sometimes I see it oscillate. More usually stars twinkle or glisten.…

The Picture

Through weeds and thorns, and matted underwood I force my way; now climb, and now descend O’er rocks, or bare or mossy, with wild foot Crushing the purple whorts; while oft unseen, Hurrying along the drifted forest-leaves, The scared snake rustles. Onward still I toil, I know not, ask not whither! A new joy, Lovely…

Cosmos

“The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!” Fyodor Dostoyevsky. From: Crime and Punishment.     (Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this blog and/or photographs without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full…