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"Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder."
Quote - E.B. White
~~~~~ Hello, dear friends ……I heard spring will be here soon…..wouldn't that be nice? ~~~~~
Folded this great little owl from one piece of brown textured paper (15x30cm).
It sits perfectly on a little stick or on your finger ;-))
Final size: length 11cm, height 9cm, width 4cm
Model: origami Barn Owl
Design: Riccardo Foschi
There is a video tutorial
...darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.~EB White
Not a composite, taken from the inside looking out the window of my home.
Thank you so much for your visit!
Please take a minute to press L and view in large!
Living on a creek gives me an abundance of water scenes to look at and appreciate and this is one of them, what a gift.
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. -
Elwyn Brooks White, Essays of E.B. White, 1977
Take nothing but pictures.
Leave nothing but footprints.
Kill nothing but time. -
Motto of the Baltimore Grotto, a caving society
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
*Working Towards a Better World
Autumn in the country advances in a predictable path, taking its place among the unyielding rhythms of the passing seasons. It follows the summer harvest, ushering in cooler nights, and shorter days, enveloping all of Lanark County in a spectacular riot of colour. Brilliant hues of yellow, orange and red exclaim, in no uncertain terms, that these are the trees where maple syrup legends are born. -
Arlene Stafford-Wilson
The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad monotonous song. "Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying." A little maple tree heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety. - E.B. White (Charlotte's Web)
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darkness is a more insistent thing than cold and the days are as short as any dream. ~EB White
Please enjoy the still details in Large. Thank you so much for your visit!
"At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are as short as any dream."~ E.B. White
The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad monotonous song. "Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying."
A little maple tree heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.”
"When I say salutations' it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning."
~Charlotte~
Charlotte's Web
Thank you Dawn for the beautiful and kind words. What a nice surprise.
If you like flare, bokeh and beautiful photos, take a look at her beautiful photostream
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. ~Elwyn Brooks White, Essays of E.B. White, 1977
1. Lady of the Morning, 2. BC Seals for Yeimaya, 3. Impatient, 4. Playing with Kelp, 5. The Things you learn on Flickr, 6. The Better Looking One, 7. First Garter, 8. Floating on a Golden Sea, 9. Bunny with Crazy Bokeh
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
-- E. B. White
The Spider's Web
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
By; E. B. White
"All I want to say in my books, all I ever want to say is that I love this beautiful world."
- E.B. White in his Pulitzer Prize acceptance speech in 1978.
When I start my meditation every morning I use the slightly adjusted words I wrote here for this image today.
Happy Valentine's Day Everyone
For Our Daily Challenge topic - 'How do I love thee...?'
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day
~E.B.White
"You mean you eat flies?" gasped Wilbur
"Certainly. Flies, bugs, grasshoppers, choice beetles, moths, butterflies, tasty cockroaches, gnats, midgets, daddy-long-legs, centipedes, mosquitoes, crickets - anything that is careless enough to get caught in my web. I have to live, don't I?"
"Why, yes, of course," said Wilbur. "Do they taste good"?
"Delicious. Of course, I don't really eat them. I drink them - drink their blood. I love blood."
A nice, bloodthirsty quote from Charlotte's Web for Hallowe'en!
www.thechurchofthecross.net/history
Established 1767
Built 1857
Survived the invasion of Union troops. Rebuilt after hurricane of 1898.
“I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” E. B. White (American writer 1899-1985)
“Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.” Erich Fromm(German born American social Philosopher and Psychoanalyst, 1900-1980)
. . . and with these philosophies, I drove 1.2 miles around the peninsula where we live, to see what I may have missed had I not arisen early. Normally I am NOT a morning person, so this was sheer determination to break a habit. Lo and behold, what is the first thing I noticed but a sleeping swan!!!
“Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.”
Og Mandino (American Essayist and Psychologist, 1923-1996)
"We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry."
E. B. White
Have a great Friday!
I am not a fan of spiders as in the past, I have been traumatised by the spiders in my cottage that were so big, they actually set off the security lights and cameras! However, earlier this morning I found the thumbnail of this delicate little spider’s web. Just before deleting it, I took a look at the bigger picture and decided I liked it enough to post this morning. Many years ago, as a borderline arachnophobe, I read Charlotte’s Web to my daughter and somehow the story made me look at spiders in a kinder, more sensitive way.
"Charlotte's Web, classic children's novel by E.B. White, published in 1952, with illustrations by Garth Williams. The widely read tale takes place on a farm and concerns a pig named Wilbur and his devoted friend Charlotte, the spider who manages to save his life by writing about him in her web."
I set out for a walk earlier on this morning and made a silent vow to myself that I would return with a photo ...
"The barn was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure. It smelled of the perspiration of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows. It often had a sort of peaceful smell -- as though nothing bad could happen ever again in the world."
Charlotte's Web, E. B. White, 1952.
Thoughtful Sunday @ The Little Red Hen
Figgy loves Charlotte's web so much she even has her little Wilbur piggy.
This was one of my favorite books as a kid and you can see it in the picture - I was so crazy in love with the story and pigs my brother got me the Wilbur she's sitting on for a Birthday gift that year (73') and I've treasured both to this day!!!
(and of course my very favorite Charlotte - that was rescued from the trash :D Yup I'm a certified dumpster diver lol)
Trumpeter Swan (Cygnus buccinator)
Kellogg Bird Sanctuary
After YEARS of reading E.B. White's book, "The Trumpet of the Swan", to my 3rd graders I can now say I have seen one in the wild!
The Trumpeter Swan’s scientific name, Cygnus buccinator, is from the Latin Cygnus (swan) and buccinare (to trumpet). We humans have a buccinator muscle in our cheeks—we use it to blow out candles and to blow into trumpets and other instruments.
8.14.21
Soon 11/12/13 will be over,
and I couldn't wait to post one of my favorite installations.
We're back in the land of OZ!
Here's the scoop (as quoted from our brochure):
"While waiting for Dorothy and Toto to wake up, Tin Man saves the Queen of the Field Mice by killing a wild cat hunting her. As a reward she summons thousands of mice to save the Lion. Tin Man builds a wooden truck and each mouse brings a piece of string to pull it. Together with Tin Man and Scarecrow, the mice pull Lion out of the poppy field. Can you find the Queen of the Field Mice?"
I'm not sure I "got" the wooden truck part of it, but what's not to LOVE about this exhibit by Tammi Flynn, Cheryl Poirier & Lisa Reneson!
“Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes.”
~ E. B. White ~
“Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.”
E. B. White
Hope you have a great start to your week!
An announcement! Long-time Flickr friends may remember May 2012, and will understand the special significance of this: we have a new grandchild to hold, a lovely baby girl (not a piglet), the happiest of happy news.
“Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.”
Charlotte's Web
E B White
1949; Omnibus of American Humor. Anthology with Well-known humorists as E.B. White, Robert Benchley, Ring Lardner, Ogden Nash, Corey Ford, Dorothy Parker, Frank Sullivan, Stephen Leacock, Don Marquis, S.J. Perelman and many others! Cover art by James Thutber Thurber Trembath !
A shot from last night's Media Night at Stuart's Opera House during the Athenian Berean Community Players production of "Stuart Little".
Showtime Info : www.facebook.com/events/577168702483496/
Who knew! that "the old lady in Dubuque" ... turned out to be none other than a British born lady named Tina Brown, who was the first woman editor of this American cultural icon.
Hey, who knew ?
I recently completed reading this fascinating history of THE NEW YORKER magazine, lovingly written by Ben Yagoda, and I learned a lot, about Modern American Literature, from the Lost Generation gang to David Remnick current New Yorker's editions, in the process.
Always Trust your friendly baker:
I also learned from "the old lady in Dubuque" (pp. 39-40) that daring and novel ideas, in publishing, do succeed, and can rise as fast as highly active yeast. It was Raoul Fleischmann, from the General Baking Company family (pp. 32-33), who, in the summer of 1924, backed Harold Ross and Jane Grant own's $20,000.00 savings, with an initial $25,000.00 investment, in cash, to start THE NEW YORKER. Hence, Raoul Fleischmann, and his heirs, were Publishers of THE NEW YORKER from 1924 to 1985, when S.I. Newhouse, of Advance Publications, bought the property. (pp. 408-409)
So I recommend reading this volume with a 10/10 star rating !!
jacket Illustration by Harry Bliss
www.amazon.com/About-Town-Yorker-World-Made/dp/0306810239...
(496 pages, DA CAPO PRESS, 2001, ISBN-10: 0306810239)
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After compiling my 'Bookshelf' gallery I thought I might do a photo or two of our bookshelves. After standing in front of one of the bookcases, fruitlessly moving a few books around and then getting a duster to start moving the dust around my gaze fell on this shelf devoted to books inherited from my parents.
I like my 2 vintage Artifort C905 sofas and 2 chairs F905. Collecting vintage design furniture is a great way to have fun decorating your home. The minimal design is dating back to 1964, and it is as contemporary today as it ever was. A proof that true inspiration is timeless.
The red chair above is my favourite reading spot, designed by Pierre Paulin in 1960, this Orange Slice chair is one of the symbols of 20th Century design.
On March 6, 1966 Green Giant sponsored an NBC Children's Theatre presentation of E.B. White's "Stuart Little," narrated by Johnny Carson, of all people. In conjunction with the TV special they offered a Green Giant rag doll in exchange for 50 cents and three Green Giant labels. Offer expired June 30, 1966.
Charming end papers of a 1940s first edition copy of "Stuart Little."
Stuart Little.
Written by E.B. White
Illustrated by Garth Williams
Published by Harper and Row; First Edition (1945)
so, tonight we went to see "charlotte's web." the movie was okay, kinda sappy, but damn if i didn't cry through the whole thing.
see, i learned to read with this book. and when i got home, the first thing i did was find my old copy of it, battered, beat up and beloved. the book you see here is the same one i held in my hands more than thirty years ago, sitting on my twin bed with the guarder rail, asking what "salutations" and "humble" meant.
and seeing the movie tonight was just so cool, cos i knew the book would be there waiting for me when i got home. but the coolest thing? the coolest thing was at the end of the film, when all of charlotte's babies flew off into their futures. you know what they all said as danced down their gossamer threads?
"wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Critiques, comments, Boos, Bravos, Thrown bottles, Curtsies and Bows, OR high praise on bended knee, all appreciated...
Looks nice in LARGE VIEW.
E. B. White: A Shy Man Fond of Creatures
This article was written by Deborah Straw
Like many other famous writers, E.B. White (1899-1985) was a shy man. He avoided most parties and public appearances. He didn't want people to find him or his home in North Brooklin, Maine. In his latter days, he stopped giving interviews. In 1977, he convinced the reporter Herbert Mitgang to write, "To discourage visitors, we hereby report that he lives in 'a New England coastal town,' somewhere between Nova Scotia and Cuba." If White wanted people to find him, he would graciously invite them to do so. He wanted people to read his work and appreciate it for what it was: a humorous and insightful collection of essays, poems, and children's books that continue to touch generations of readers. Otherwise, he would have advised, please, leave this quiet, humble man alone to create in relative solitude.
Solitude, that is, if you're not counting the animals and birds he and his wife Katharine lived with on their small farm. Aside from the ever-present dog, often a dachshund like the infamous Fred, White generally shared his home with sheep, chickens, a pig, and a cat. And, oh yes, all those spiders. All descendants of Charlotte, of course. And yes, the barn on this property was where this great adventure took place, or at least the incident on which White based Charlotte's Web. White would not have wanted anyone just dropping by. If a reader receives an urge to visit the scene of the stories, he may rather you sit down with Charlotte's Web or with the cassette tape of White reading it. Incidentally, it took White several tries to read it for the recording, because he kept getting choked up when he came to the crucial parts of the story. You know which parts I mean.
Although E B. White was born in Mount Vernon, New York, he lived in two very disparate places as an adult: Manhattan and tiny North Brooklin, Maine. The latter isn't even on a general map. White loved New York and North Brooklin, but in his heart, he was more a New Englander than a New Yorker. He and Katherine also spent several winters in Florida, especially as they aged and Katherine's various ailments required a warmer, sunnier climate in the winter. But the place where he felt most comfortable was undeniably his beautiful white house and acreage in Maine with all of the critters under foot. He had a large barn and small boathouse there that became his studio, where he sat at a small table and used a manual typewriter to write his many drafts