A woman’s whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world: it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul on the traffic of affection; and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless — for it is a bankruptcy of the heart. Washington Irving

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre. D.H. Lawrence

This is a shot of the bats that congregate in Austin. The “swarm” in the sky is them as well as the trail on the right side of the photo (click to enlarge). Quite amazing to see them at dusk. The Congress Avenue bridge in downtown Austin is the spring and summer home to some 750,000 bats with up to 1.5 million bats at the peak of the bat-watching season. It’s the largest urban bat colony in North America. For more info on Congress Avenue bats, go here—> Austin Bats!