Monthly Archives: September 2014

Crossing the Course

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Reverse every instinct and do the opposite of what you are inclined to do. -Ben Hogan

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Barn B&W

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If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors. -Walter Scott

A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm. -John Thomas Fields

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Fence and Lake

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Don’t ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
Robert Frost

Love your neighbor as yourself; but don’t take down the fence.
Carl Sandburg

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Sunset and Silhouettes

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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. – Crowfoot Quotes

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Cloudy Sky

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Clouds do not really look like camels or sailing ships or castles in the sky. They are simply a natural process at work. So too, perhaps, are our lives.
-Roger Ebert

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Sea and Mist

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Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
-John Masefield

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