about the world that is ours, or could be par Danielle Nelson
Via Flickr :
Loving this: Five A.M. in the Pinewoods by Mary Oliver I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking like two mute and beautiful women toward the deeper woods, so I got up in the dark and went there. They came slowly down the hill and looked at me sitting under the blue trees, shyly they stepped closer and stared from under their thick lashes and even nibbled some damp tassels of weeds. This is not a poem about a dream, though it could be. This is a poem about the world that is ours, or could be. Finally one of them—I swear it!— would have come to my arms. But the other stamped sharp hoof in the pine needles like the tap of sanity, and they went off together through the trees. When I woke I was alone, I was thinking: so this is how you swim inward, so this is how you flow outward, so this is how you pray. (Image made with my Hasselblad 500 C/M.)


Several versions of pull out tables.

The legs shown in photo #2 are too wimpy; buy a heavy duty roller slide extension to eliminate them (#3).

Photo #6 cleverly uses a system similar to a roll top desk.

The design in #7 gives me warm fuzzies. Note the elevation at which it was installed: below the first row of drawers but above the base cupboards.

Photo #4 from Hafele UK.