A Saturday Morning at the Farmers Market
Another Saturday a few weeks ago at the farmers market. The weather was warm. Making it especially nice to linger. So I did.
And this Saturday there was something else that made me want to linger a little longer. A three woman string band. The music was soft and almost mystical. There were soft notes riding the sunlight on a breeze through the trees. Sweet.
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays |
"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Victor Hugo |
"I am in need of music that would flow over my fretful, feeling finger-tips..." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Elizabeth Bishop |
" My music is spiritual when you listen to it. It's all about emotion, I tell my innermost, darkest secrets." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Tupac Shakur |
"Believe beyond your minds eye and see the light..." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Will Barnes, The Expansion of The Soul |
"Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Abraham Lincoln |
"...I've made it my business to observe fathers and daughters. And I've seen some incredible, beautiful things." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Adriana Trigiani, Big Stone Gap |
"rest, nature, books, music…such is my idea of happiness…" ¸.•*´¨`♥ Leo Tolstoy |
1 comments:
I've missed most Saturdays at the farmer's market this year. Thanks for letting me visit vicariously through your lovely photos.
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