” Will it be here… a place which will not elude us ? “

On the Edge – original photography by Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

“Will it be here that we shall find a place
which will not elude us, or which if it remains
does not exert on us a culpable attraction?

Or must we, leaning over the deck and
watching the shores glide by,
move forever onward?”

― André Gide, Urien’s Voyage
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“beauty lies between”

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Archiscape – D. Moorezart, c 2016, all rights reserved

 

“…beauty lies between the extremities of order and complexity

― Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness

No. 16 – Wish You Were Here

No. 16 - Wish You Were Here - D. Moorezart, copyright 2015 - PRINTS: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/no-16-wish-you-were-here-douglas-moorezart.html
No. 16 – Wish You Were Here – Original photography by Douglas  Moorezart, copyright 2017. all rights reserved. Prints are available by clicking the image above.

Good retro morning to all from somewhere in Los Angeles, California!

Photo Dedicated to Ms. W. on the East Coast!

“Some of us aren’t meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down…”

 

“Some of us aren’t meant to belong.
Some of us have to turn the world upside down
and shake the hell out of it until we
make our own place in it.”

― Elizabeth Lowell, Remember Summer

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Days of Summer, photography by Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

 

Father’s Day: “it matters who I remember he was”

 

 

It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

— Anne Sexton

 

 

“summer to your heart”

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Summer to Your Heart, c 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart

 

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII)

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

“If a June night could talk…”

 

 “If a June night could talk, it would probably
boast it invented romance”

~Bern Williams


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Beauty Sleep – Douglas Moorezart, c 2016, all rights reserved