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14 Sep 201824 Sep 2018 Neil E. Das

Grief and Terrence Malick’s The Tree of Life – A Reflective Essay

12 Oct 201612 Oct 2016 Neil E. Das

I AM THE STATUE OF LIBERTY; I AM THE BARBECUE PIG – A VIGNETTE

9 Aug 2016 Neil E. Das

Ice Cream Social – A Vignette – Repost from a Sister Blog

10 Mar 2016 Neil E. Das

On Photography – On Shooting Ruins

12 May 201414 May 2014 Neil E. Das

loneliness as vast – Travel haiku and reflection – Western Michigan

11 Apr 2014 Neil E. Das

A New Blog With Friends

7 Apr 20147 Apr 2014 Neil E. Das

Like a Ruined House – North St. Louis – Images and a Reflection on “Ruin Porn”

17 Mar 201420 Mar 2014 Neil E. Das

Worry and Wonder and 239 Souls – Malaysia Airlines Flight 370, a Prose Reflection

27 Nov 201327 Nov 2013 Neil E. Das

fall leaves like old folks – Autumn haiku & reflection on caring for parents

7 Nov 20137 Nov 2013 Neil E. Das

Dr. Vincent A. Das – One Story of a Great Man – And a Brief Note on Wikipedia

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The last of the #zinnias Autumnal. A post-apocalyptic vision in North County... Time of the goldenrod. Yesterday morning, the clouds were aglow with the dawning. It had been a week since September's heat dome had broken, and the pool was in the nether world between summer's joyful splashings and being drained and covered for the winter. My time in the pool in the summer was in the glorious long evenings, but with 4 resident young boys the pool had seen far more exciting hours. I was walking C who had probably put on about 25 lbs since my last visit. The scene was also evocative enough to spawn a haiku. Morning glory. A glory faded, but glory nonetheless. Monarchs on goldenrod. Feels like home III. Autumn, the cornfields, the soybeans, yellow flowers, and goldenrod. #illinois #autumn
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