“And then I go outside and paint the stars,” (I quote from memory, so I may be slightly off) wrote Vincent to his brother Theo.
It being daylight, and none of my sunflowers in bloom yet, I went outside and photographed this bug:
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
1 comment:
Cute beetle. His shell looks like one of those babies in an enormous water-soaked diaper, tiny legs sticking out.
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