Claes...you always post the greatest pictures...
Claes...you always post the greatest pictures...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
ClaesGefvenberg, beautiful. I likey the church-looking one.
And Pip, I likey your pinchy cheeks...
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Fantabulous pictures there! I like the church one as well, and those cartwheels against the wall. Which equipment, if I may ask?
This sentence contradicts itself - no actually it doesn't.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Swimming carnival.
I winned!!
Nah, this year's was pretty cool. I signed up for all of the events, even though most people don't sign up at all. We get points for participation. Ironically enough, I did well, despite the fact that I can only do freestyle. Somehow I got through the backstroke and breaststroke without drowning, and got a placing. This is like my biggest sporting achievement ever. I came second last in cross country once out of 150 girls. Last year at the swimming carnival the right side of my lung momentarily collapsed.Ahh, this year certainly went well.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Great photos Claes! You truly have a great sense of composition. I certainly liked the rurality of the two wheels.
Now, it has been widely known in many circles () that I have a habit of rarely smiling in pictures. In fact, a picture in which I do not look depressed or angry is a are specimen. That's because, I like taking pictures of other people, but not others of me. Here's a rare specimen.
Here's a half-a-smile.
and here's a more common expression
okay, enough egotism.
this was taken from a plane, as you can tell. Behind the camera I am both cringing and in awe.
my friend who casts two shadows
the sun itself
two people whom I happen to know. One looks at the camera while another looks at her own.
Those same two people tranported into the Lynchian world.
Sorry, no Mari this time.
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Hey DB. Egotism is okay. Only you need a haircut.
Sorry, that is the fussy-mother part of me.
I like the plane one. Never been in a plane before.
And your sisters are just as pinchable as you.
Aw, no Mari?
Even though I'm not into animals, I love Mari.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Nice pictures Dan.![]()
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Hmm... here's some of me that some friends recently uploaded onto Facebook...
I rather like this one... my home is a beautiful place. The rock I'm standing on is probably my favourite spot on the planet, and the photo doesn't do it justice. From the rock, the sweeping hillside falls to a cliff that drops some 130 feet into a beautiful cove, dark and deep. The view looks out onto the Irish sea, stretching to the horizon on every side. There is no evidence of man whatsoever on show (apart from the occasional fishing boat!); you could be the last human on Earth, resting in complete tranquility with nothing but the sound of sea for company.
This one is somewhat more prosaic - me in my glad-rags, ready for a formal party a couple of years back:
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"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance. And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall. Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!" - Nietzsche
Love the kilt, Lokasenna. You are young enough to be my son so I will forgo the "what are you wearing under that kilt" jokes and just say, nothing flatters a man so much as a kilt.
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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