Photography by Rich Gigli
THE THREE TENORS - The baby robins seem to be singing "O Sole Mio" composed by Eduardo di Capua, or simply waiting for their mother's return with a zesty worm. (Photo was taken in the North Jersey area.)
STRING OF PEARLS - Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. - Chief Seattle, 1854 (Photo was taken at the Downsville covered bridge, New York.)
Photography by Rich Gigli
Photography by Rich Gigli
Stairway To The Stars - Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Photography by Rich Gigli
Hands That Touch: The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. - Thomas Merton
Photography by Rich Gigli.
Twould ease a butterfly -- by Emily Dickinson; Twould ease a Butterfly, Elate a Bee --Thou'rt neither -- Neither -- thy capacity. But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be. The moment than a Bee's Eternity. Content of fading, Is enough for me -- Fade I unto Devinity. And Dying --Lifetime -- Ample as the Eye. -- Her least attention raise on me.
Seasons of the Heart - Autumn is the time of formation. Winter is the time for rest. Spring is the time for rebirth. Summer is the time for celebrating life. T.S. Eliot once wrote: "To arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
Photography by Rich Gigli
Photography by Rich Gigli
The Balloonist’s Prayer. “The winds have welcomed you with softness. The sun has blessed you with its warm hands.You have flown so high and so well that God has joined you in your laughter. And set you gently back again into the loving arms of mother earth.” – Author unknown. The balloon flight was with Above The Clouds, Inc., of Middletown, N.Y.
The Fishermen. Like father like son. Maybe the little boy dreams of catching the biggist fish in the Delaware River and the father's dream is gently remembering the first time he went out fishing with his own father. The scene is on the Delaware River somewhere between Callicoon and Hankins, N.Y.