They're lovely pictures Neely and have inspired me to go to the Peak District on a nice day this summer. Thanks for sharing.
They're lovely pictures Neely and have inspired me to go to the Peak District on a nice day this summer. Thanks for sharing.
"...You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?..." E. A. Poe
Wonderful pictures Neely. I enjoyed them immensely. Thank you.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Great pictures everyoneI have more coming up, but it will have to wait a day or two: I chucked win XP out and installed win 7 an hour ago, so I still have some setting up to do.
I'll be right back with new pictures as soon as I have things set up the way I want them...
/Claes
Hanlon's Razor: "Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity."
I'm not much of a photographer...and I'm using a Blackberry phone, but here is mine...
True fashion...
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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.
Oh, that's great, well worth it. I basically live there in the school summer breaks but there are still many places I've not been to or explored fully, you're sure to enjoy it, do you live far?
Great thanks, glad you liked them, I enjoyed looking over them again myself, got me in the mood for outdoor life. I can't wait to get out there again - well Lower Bradfield is just around the corner, but it is not much fun on the bike in the cold.There are some signs of spring in the air at the moment, but it is still a little chilly, a few more weeks maybe...
She's so cute Bien.![]()
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LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
"...You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?..." E. A. Poe
Neely, gorgeous pictures! I would give anything to visit/live there. Oh, you are so lucky!
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
This is what I took at camp. It was nice that day.
Not bad for a second-rate, old camera.
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
Yes it is easy to forget or overlook, which is why I made the vow to go there as much as possible. I think is it essential for sanity to get away from all the noise and nonsense.
Thanks. I suppose I am lucky living on the edge of the Peaks, though you can often take those things for granted and want for other places. I am hungry to see Italy and France for example, very hungry, but it is comments like that which help to reinforce what I have got here and to keep me from automatically assuming that the grass is greener in another country, it is important to remember for me that England still has its charms.
Thanks, yes we have the hills that's for sure, they're hard work on the bike though!Fantastic photos Neely - I like living in the Midlands, but I do miss the hills. It's a bit flat down here.
Love the photo. I wondered where it was at first thinking that it looked lovely and warm and then I realised that it was Australia - so certainly hot enough!
If I might add and digress a little, apologies but, I was sort of amused by the line above because it follows on exactly Wilde's point about art over nature echoed in many aspects of his thinking, but particularly well here in "The Decay of Lying" which incidentally I only just recommended to someone the other day. Anyway it opens:
This is Wilde's opinion that art is superior to nature, which like I said is found heavily in many aspects of his thinking, but quite amusing here especially since it also mentions the insects - and it is true laying on the grass can be lumpy. Of course whenever most of us take a photograph we do so with the art of it in mind, cutting out any unwanted or ugly bits from the frame without thinking, so in effect, just by the mere fact of taking photos in this manner we are trying to "improve" nature or the representation of it as Wilde suggests here. His thinking goes a lot further, but I'm not going to derail yet another thread by talking about Oscar Wilde!Cyril: My dear Vivian, don’t coop yourself up all day in the library. It is a perfectly lovely afternoon. The air is exquisite. There is a mist upon the woods like the purple bloom upon a plum. Let us go and lie on the grass and smoke cigarettes and enjoy nature.
Vivian: Enjoy nature! I am glad to say that I have entirely lost that faculty. People tell us that art makes us love nature more than we loved her before; that it reveals her secrets to us; and that after a careful study of Corot and Constable we see things in her that had escaped our observation. My own experience is that the more we study art, the less we care for nature. What art really reveals to us is nature's lack of design, her curious cruditites, her extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition. Nature has good intentions, of course, but, as Aristotle said, she cannot carry them out. When I look at a landscape I cannot help seeing all its defects. It is fortunate for us, however, that nature is so imperfect, as otherwise we should have no art at all. Art is our spirited protest, our gallant attempt to teach nature her proper place. As for the infinite variety of nature, that is a pure myth. It is not to be found in nature herself. It resides in the imagination, or fancy, or cultivated blindness of the man who looks at her.
Cyril: Well, you need not look at the landscape. You can lie on the grass and smoke and talk.
Vivian: But nature is so uncomfortable. Grass is hard and lumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects...![]()
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Ahh, yea. Well, I'd be lying to say that every word of that made immediate sense to me, I understand though.
I don't think I was trying to create artwork with a moderately broken camera whilst running to get lasagna, although I suppose you could say it qualifies.
Thank you.
Oscar Wilde is cool, I don't know anything much about him though.
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
Oh, I am really, really tempted to de-rail this thread by talking Wilde for the next hour or so! But, alas no, I'll "do the right thing" and leave it be. Though, you are under-selling yourself by saying your photo is not art, of course it is! As if the material you used to take the photo or the time you took is ever going to be a factor. Seriously though I love the shot. It is the warmest thing I have seen in three months! Thank you.