From the Last call for Fall at Luane's

The title of this picture comes from "Ode to the West Wind" by Percy Shelley.

And if you're interested, I was listening to this great show by Radiohead while rereading that poem just now. Highly recommend both!

This is probably my favorite of the gazillion pictures I shot for the Macro Mondays theme of medium for 3/28. It’s a portion of a small watercolor painting of a windmill in a field of tulips that my dear SIL created, along with a miniature set of brushes, although I have no clue if they’re even appropriate for water colors. (the size verification shots are in the first comment box :) In rereading the topic, methinks that these are tools to transport the media and might be disallowed??? I might give it a whirl and see what the admins think.

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Skippy and his stuffed tiger blaze trails…

Winter holidays always remind me of sitting by the warm fire and excitedly reading and rereading the adventures of two of my favorite characters, Calvin and Hobbes! I wanted to create a playful tribute that harkens back to their last comic strip together, a snowy journey into the heart of the imagination.

"It's a magical world, Hobbes, ol' buddy... Let's go exploring!"

Keep imagining. Keep soaring.

Keep shining bright, everyone!

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Contribution to MM challenge for Star Wars Day, theme: Kitchen

This was going to be one of two but after rereading the rules this week and interpreting them this time as meaning no food stuff at all, even incidental, I had to drop the second idea.

Anyway this gave me a chance to do something I haven't done for a very long time - a monochrome conversion. I'm particularly food of using them for metal objects such as this.... tin opener.

I really need to be doing more photography but I don't actually have any more time on my hands than I did before the mighty lock down!! Stay safe everyone.

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Balzac: Les Illusions perdues / Verlorene Illusionen / Lost Illusions

"It is all made to be devoured: exciting, sensational, powerfully fabulous, often unbearably romantic, although it is almost always about money, sentimental, even sanctimonious, but with an enormous sense of the social, at the same time with adventurous sympathy for the criminal revolt against society and on the whole of a wild grandeur." Thomas Mann

This is the translation of the blurb on the back of the book that made me want to buy it immediately ten years ago. And I can tell you: Thomas Mann doesn't promise too much.

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A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.

Henry David Thoreau

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Mooserboden High Alpine lake (Stausee Mooserboden) at an altitude of 2040 metres, Zell am See-Kaprun region, Austria

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Перечитывая Торо

Озеро - самая красивая и выразительная часть ландшафта. Это глаз Земли; глядя в который, смотрящий оценивает глубину своей собственной природы.

Генри Дэвид Торо

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Высокогорное озеро Мозербоден (Stausee Mooserboden) на высоте 2040 метров, регион Целль-ам-Зее-Капрун, Австрия

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or Spiderwort

I am currently rereading the books by Philippa Gregory about John Tradescant and his son - both of them gardeners to Kings. James 1, Charles 1 and 11, and to Robert Cecil, Queen Elizabeths adviser. They were both great collectors of rare and unusual plants, and travelled the world to find them.

Something in me kept reading and rereading that passage; I kept it on my desk as I looked at the various books of Simone Weil, and at pictures of her, and as I remembered her brother’s remarks about her–her saintly vocation and her occasional moments of humor, as when she told him once that she’d kept a Jesuit up for hours in a most burdensome conversation. “God has put me here to do this to Jesuits, drive them to distraction!”

-SIMONE WEIL A MODERN PILGRIMAGE, Robert Coles

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I had been using the leaf blower to get leaves away from our front door and kept a handful. Rereading Harold Davis's The Photoshop Darkroom had reminded me about shooting on a lightbox. Knowing I was probably going to invert the Lightness channel in LAB, I left some bright space at the bottom so I could end up with a dark base of my image.

Watercolor study on paper. Watch a video with some of cat's works made by Aldemir Martins:

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Se her other images here:

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The recent reunion of the 3 orange SD's and the followup Flickr posts has gotten me interested in the Bessemer again after a long absence. So I've been rereading the very good Bessemer in Color book and looking back through my limited collection. Here's a southbound ore train roaring out of Conneaut harbor with 3 SD's on the front and 2 more on the rear.July 12, 1980

Clouds few days ago. Love the sunset moments in summer, Sub Han Allah (Glory to the Creator). There's a lot of looks among the clouds to be fascinated by.

📚 I have been rereading Sherlock Holmes and recently burrowed Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte for a read. Anyone knows good classic novels? Drop a name so I could try!

The SD40 trio continues south, seen here between Kirkcaldy and Champion.

I had a more descriptive caption initially but, upon rereading, realized that it made zero sense

I often reflect on certain things that happened in the past. It's been exactly five years, but I remember like it was yesterday, when my intuition told me exactly what will happen (or rather won't happen), a few hours before it happened (or rather didn't). It wasn't an anxious thought or an educated guess, I knew it in advance, I felt that it was true. Maybe I felt it when the decision was made...

It's been a long journey since then. Just in case someone might wonder, sometimes I'm angry, but not because of what happened, it's only because of how, and I don't want to be angry, actually, though I was left with no other choice (and I think it was the point). And I didn't try to turn things back, I just want to know the real reason instead of various guesses, it's still relevant and important. Maybe after I did something that was too much, but I only tried to help, as it was the only reason left to try to do something at all. No one knows the full story, not even those directly involved (me included).

Meanwhile, last month I had less free time that I should have been, so this picture was made literally last minute, even though the idea is rather old. But I finally made a trick with a fan and flying sheets, which wasn't easy, because I needed to fit everything inside my lightbox. xD

Hey, it's my birthday, by the way, I would really appreciate some faves and comments. :)

Questa è la foto originale inviata al mio libro.it per la stampa della copertina e del retro-copertina del libro che contiene i cinquantuno testi pubblicati in oltre due anni qui su Flickr. Sono stata un po' assente dal sito perché impegnata nella impaginazione dei testi e delle foto, impaginazione ripetuta più volte per arrivare a un risultato che fosse abbastanza soddisfacente.

Rileggendo ho ceduto alla tentazione di correggere o integrare alcuni passaggi, ma sostanzialmente mi sono attenuta agli originali. È stato un lavoro laborioso e faticoso perché ho dovuto imparare a muovermi con programmi abbastanza ostici, e soprattutto a trovare degli escamotage quando non riuscivo a venire a capo delle barriere che trovavo nell'interpretazione delle regole sottese a ogni programma, ma alla fine sono riuscita a giungere al traguardo.

Una settimana dopo l'invio dei files ho ricevuto a casa alcune copie stampate di Fotografare la memoria, 191 pagine con più di 90 foto inserite.

Nonostante abbia inserito foto ad alta risoluzione, ho riscontrato una relativa qualità delle foto, in alcuni punti molto più scure degli originali e con colori abbastanza discordanti, come si potrà notare dalla pubblicazione prossima della copertina e retro-copertina elaborata dalla tipografia del miolibro.it.

Ma, considerato il costo per singola copia, davvero esiguo per la gran quantità di foto a colori, devo dire che il lavoro ricevuto è più che soddisfacente.

This is the original photo sent to my libro.it for printing the cover and back cover of the book that contains the fifty-one texts published in over two years here on Flickr. I was a bit absent from the site because I was busy with the layout of the texts and photos, a layout repeated several times to arrive at a result that was satisfactory enough.

Rereading I gave in to the temptation to correct or integrate some passages, but basically I stuck to the originals. It was a laborious and tiring job because I had to learn to move with fairly difficult programs, and above all to find some loopholes when I couldn't get to the bottom of the barriers that I found in the interpretation of the rules underlying each program, but in the end I managed to reach the finish line.

A week after sending the files I received at home some printed copies of Fotografare la memoria, 191 pages with more than 90 photos inserted.

Despite having inserted high-resolution photos, I found the quality of the photos to be relatively good, in some places much darker than the originals and with quite discordant colors, as you will notice from the upcoming publication of the cover and back cover created by the typography of miolibro.it.

But, considering the cost per single copy, really low for the large quantity of color photos, I must say that the work received is more than satisfactory.

my book recommendation today:

a beautiful book by Thich Nhat Hanh - which I'm rereading:

Old Path White Clouds

or in German:

Wie Siddhartha zum Buddha wurde.

I just finished rereading John Steinbeck's "Travels with Charley" and I was once again reminded that God gave us dogs to let us know we're not as smart as we think we are.

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This year marks the 50th anniversary of the Woodstock Festival. I've been enjoying the many films and journalistic pieces that are currently circulating. Woodstock was a cultural phenomenon, but ground zero for the cultural movement during the 60's was this street corner in San Francisco. I daresay, there are few people who have not heard of it.

I've been rereading Charles Dickens' "Great Expectations" and the word "daresay" comes up often. As a tribute to the old master, I'm trying to use the word at least twice a day in my casual conversations. I daresay, that I'm driving Marg crazy.

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I consider Tuesday's Sunrise at St. Helens a near miraculous event: beautiful color in in a cloud filled sky, flowers near their prime, little wind, and beauty all around. It is moments like this that I feel so blessed to be fully alive and awake, witnessing nature at her best!

I just finished a new blog post titled Journey to Walden Pond, Thoreau's Legacy, and Message to a Modern World. In this post I talk about both Walden as a physical place close to Concord Massachusetts, and our own internalized Walden that can be found close to home in the here and now where ever we are. I discuss my twelve takeaways from reading and rereading the book including: (1) Access to Nature is our Birthright; (2) What we Need is a Breath of Fresh Air; (3) Voluntary Simplicity; (4) Daily Practice; (5) Follow the Beat of Your Own Drummer; (6) Solitude: (7) Inward Journey; (8) Be Here Now; (9) Waking Up; (10) Follow Your Dreams; (11) Stay Grounded; and (12) Rebirth. This post is intended for a wide audience, photographers and non-photographers alike, anyone who is drawn to nature. Head on over to my blog and give it a read and let me know what you think. Here is the link. erwinbuske.photo.blog/2019/06/04/journey-to-walden-pond-t... Thanks!

Sto rileggendo "Il richiamo della foresta" nella nuova traduzione di Michele Mari, e questo libro, che lessi da bambina, rilessi da adulta, e rileggo ora, non smette di colpire la mia immaginazione con la sua forza primordiale.

Dei cani husky hanno ucciso la buona e inesperta Curly, che aveva fatto il viaggio in nave con Buck, verso l'Alaska. Buck assiste alla scena inorridito.

"Più di una volta la scena visitò Buck per tormentarlo nel sonno. Dunque era quella la regola, nessuna lealtà. Una volta caduto a terra, eri finito."

Nessuna lealtà. Questa è la regola che Buck si vedrà costretto ad imparare, e che purtroppo, spesso anche noi uomini impariamo.

I am rereading "The Call of the Wild" in the new translation by Michele Mari, and this book, which I read as a child, reread as an adult, and reread now, never ceases to strike my imagination with its primordial force.

Husky dogs killed the good and inexperienced Curly, who had taken the ship trip with Buck to Alaska. Buck witnesses the scene in horror. "More than once the scene visited Buck to torment him in his sleep. So that was the rule, no loyalty. Once you hit the ground, you were finished."

No loyalty. This is the rule that Buck will be forced to learn, and that unfortunately, we men often learn too.

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I know you're probably sick and tired of my book's pictures but I can't help it... I swear.

I'm currently rereading my fav book ever: "The bronze horseman" by Paullina Simons. Has anyone ever heard of it?

I have no words to describe hom much I get lost in that book and what gets me the most is that whenever I put the book down the characters are still with me and it's like I could touch them...

Ah... the power of a good book!

Love you,

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For the topic is silhouette and this fits if today’s attempts don’t pan out.

Ah, upon rereading the theme, it’s supposed to be “tree silhouettes”

alors comme le prétendent les curés et leur bible, les rabins et leur talmud ainsi que les imams et leur coran, vous pensez profiter de votre vie de travail après votre mort ? je ne sais pourquoi mais si j'étais vous, je réfléchirais sur les termes du contrat, quitte à le relire..

Como afirman los sacerdotes y su Biblia, los rabinos y su Talmud, así como los imanes y su Corán, ¿crees que disfrutarás de tu vida laboral después de tu muerte? No sé por qué, pero si yo fuera usted, pensaría en los términos del contrato, aunque eso significara releerlo.

as the priests and their Bible, the rabbis and their Talmud as well as the imams and their Koran claim, do you think you will enjoy your working life after your death? I don't know why, but if I were you, I would think about the terms of the contract, even if it meant rereading it.

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Isn't wonderful to lie down on the trail and look up at the world through a chorus of daisies dancing in the wind?

I just finished a new blog post titled Journey to Walden Pond, Thoreau's Legacy, and Message to a Modern World. In this post I talk about both Walden as a physical place close to Concord Massachusetts, and our own internalized Walden that can be found close to home in the here and now where ever we are. I discuss my twelve takeaways from reading and rereading the book including: (1) Access to Nature is our Birthright; (2) What we Need is a Breath of Fresh Air; (3) Voluntary Simplicity; (4) Daily Practice; (5) Follow the Beat of Your Own Drummer; (6) Solitude: (7) Inward Journey; (8) Be Here Now; (9) Waking Up; (10) Follow Your Dreams; (11) Stay Grounded; and (12) Rebirth. This post is intended for a wide audience, photographers and non-photographers alike, anyone who is drawn to nature. Head on over to my blog and give it a read and let me know what you think. Here is the link. erwinbuske.photo.blog/2019/06/04/journey-to-walden-pond-t... Thanks!

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Some beautiful light reflecting off the steep canyon walls in the Wall Street section of Zion's Narrows. Second shot from a trip there with Kevin Benedict and

Josh Krasner back in November. The Narrows is a very popular trail so getting a shot without a horde of people in it is an exercise in patience. I tried to think of some use of "gold" that went with the Wall Street theme, and this is the (admittedly weak ass) best I could do after hours of puzzling. I think the old Puzzler has been Grinched by too much holiday cheer. However, it is tough to beat the incredible pure gold coloring in these walls and reflected in the water. I was as mesmerized by it as the miners of bygone days, and I couldn't be happier than traipsing miles through freezing cold water in search of the elusive golden image to bring home in digital nugget form.

Wishing a Happy New Year and fantastic 2020 to all.

EDIT: Rereading the text I realized I used the wrong 'hoard' (one sees a horde of people hoarding toilet paper these days)

Watercolor on paper

Wake-Up…SOOC........

…. www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeYscnFpEyA

Woke up from riding a nightmare.

The places she took me the things she showed me really was a scare.

I sat up from bed past Sunday morning in a cold sweat.

My wife said, what’s wrong? I said “Is there still time?”

She said, “Time for what? Did you have a bad dream?”

No…I

Went for a ride on a nightmare

She rode me over the up and down mountains of past. Through the fields the farmers

Were farming when a man was a man and a dollar was a dollar.

We rode through farmed fields full of love and American flags. Fields of sweat like

Raindrops, which yield wheat and corn.

She showed me fields full of happy people working to help each other.

With a blink of an eye and a sharp left turn she took me over the mountain to be….The

Farmer’s fields were not in sight. The people were gone, tired and beaten.

In their place were shells of men with smiles of deceitfulness.

The harder I cried the faster she ran…..The faster she’d run the harder I cried.

She rode me through the fields of flags where pigs of greed ate everyone.

The fields of sweat were still there, but the drops were like rivers pouring into the fields

Of pigs.

Over a hill at the speed of light I saw a field of people in sight.

The people were dressed like farmers and workers..When I asked a man, “What

Happened?” All I could hear was…..”WE THE PEOPLE” I said, “WHAT?” and

With the pull of the reigns my nightmare stopped. My wife said, “LAY your head down

And close your eyes; it was just a bad dream.”

As I slipped my arm under my pillow I felt the reigns and said,” No She Was A Nightmare

This is one of those MUST see videos......Really....

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Posting this close too two years ago……

I had forgotten the depth of this post, all my prose and poem, came to me in a dream.

It spoke to me last night again, and thought I should repost it

Rereading all the comments just commanded in me the urge to do it also…

"We all need somebody to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public...

The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners...

Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark..

And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers."

milan kundera (from the unbearable lightness of being) i usually don't do quotes but i'm rereading the book and this passage really resonates with me~

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The title is a line from Blood Sisters of the Republic by Wendy Willis, which I have been reading and rereading all winter. It's a beautiful book of poetry and has given me many photo ideas which I hope to capture now that the winter is finished.

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For over a week I was deeply engrossed in purging books from my large, 8 cubbied bookshelf. Suddenly certain favorites demanded their own special space.

*Wabi Sabi* is a philosophy which fascinates me and greatly influences my art and style, allowing imperfections to shine.

While visiting one of my dear flickr friends, I noticed reference to a fence which she felt needed replacing. I immediately thought of this shelf, and have been meaning to post this piece. Even now as I look at the photo, I see imperfections in the scanning!

Now isn't that a coincidence?!

Each item has a special meaning and purpose. Three of the artifacts were hand made or carved. One is an antique mirror with my initials. And ironically, the small flat slab with the wooden grate was from a weaving project and just happened to appear out of nowhere . . . Imagine my surprise when I was rereading "Wabi Sabi" and found an exact replica of my little raft-like piece!

Ah, serendipity!

Please take a few moments to click on the fascinating article below.

"In traditional Japanese aesthetics,

wabi-sabi (侘寂) is a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection.

The aesthetic is sometimes described as

one of appreciating beauty that is *imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete* in nature.

It is prevalent in many forms of Japanese art."

Wikipedia

"The elusive beauty of imperfection"

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One of the landmarks in front of our special beach house is an island which has been in existence since we were children. In a drawer in the special "writer's room" was an old watercolor of the island. I played with the image as I wanted to get inside of the art.

My sister and I have been rereading "A Gift From The Sea" and sharing similar thoughts and feelings about islands. Anne Morrow Lindbergh compared her vacation to an island in time where "People, too, become like islands, self-contained, whole and serene; respecting other people's solitude, not intruding on their shores, standing back in reverence before the miracle of another individual."

We were blessed with a week like that. Although we were together, we all had many moments of solitude.

“It is in deep solitude that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brothers.

The more solitary I am the more affection I have for them ….

Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are,

not for what they say.”

~ Thomas Merton ~

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This photo has been hanging around since March last year.

I liked the browns against the blue and the not yet spring character of the cottonwood. I liked the angles of the roof tops.

I liked the just past full moon nearing moonset.

I don't know why I haven't posted it before this.

I haven't been around Flickr much lately.

While rummaging around in a closet I came across a book I had purchased back in 2009 when I upgraded my Photoshop to version CS4. I'm still using that version and when I came across Deke McClelland's Ps CS4 1 on 1 book, I began rereading and doing the exercises. There were things that I've forgotten over the last 11 years.

I know, hard to believe I'd forget something, eh?

:-)

Between that, reading my Sci-Fi and watching the end of English Premier League, I haven't had much time to get back to Flickr. I hope everyone is doing well.

Happy Tree-mendous Tuesday!

(it is Tuesday, isn't it?)

Beautiful layers of fog, mist and clouds move through the Mowich Lake area of Mt. Rainier National Park.

I just finished a new blog post titled Journey to Walden Pond, Thoreau's Legacy, and Message to a Modern World. In this post I talk about both Walden as a physical place close to Concord Massachusetts, and our own internalized Walden that can be found close to home in the here and now where ever we are. I discuss my twelve takeaways from reading and rereading the book including: (1) Access to Nature is our Birthright; (2) What we Need is a Breath of Fresh Air; (3) Voluntary Simplicity; (4) Daily Practice; (5) Follow the Beat of Your Own Drummer; (6) Solitude: (7) Inward Journey; (8) Be Here Now; (9) Waking Up; (10) Follow Your Dreams; (11) Stay Grounded; and (12) Rebirth. This post is intended for a wide audience, photographers and non-photographers alike, anyone who is drawn to nature. Head on over to my blog and give it a read and let me know what you think. Here is the link. erwinbuske.photo.blog/2019/06/04/journey-to-walden-pond-t... Thanks!

he unsettled weather yesterday made for some great hiking through the forests and up to the edges of ridges where I found this patch of bright Indian Paintbrush on a somewhat gloomy but beautifully moody day. I just finished a new blog post titled Journey to Walden Pond, Thoreau's Legacy, and Message to a Modern World. In this post I talk about both Walden as a physical place close to Concord Massachusetts, and our own internalized Walden that can be found close to home in the here and now where ever we are. I discuss my twelve takeaways from reading and rereading the book including: (1) Access to Nature is our Birthright; (2) What we Need is a Breath of Fresh Air; (3) Voluntary Simplicity; (4) Daily Practice; (5) Follow the Beat of Your Own Drummer; (6) Solitude: (7) Inward Journey; (8) Be Here Now; (9) Waking Up; (10) Follow Your Dreams; (11) Stay Grounded; and (12) Rebirth. This post is intended for a wide audience, photographers and non-photographers alike, anyone who is drawn to nature. Head on over to my blog and give it a read and let me know what you think. Here is the link. erwinbuske.photo.blog/2019/06/04/journey-to-walden-pond-t... Thanks!

*After rereading my three main books on western odonata, I came the the conclusion that identifying some species is beyond my abilities. I think that these are Northern Bluets. Why so difficult? Because damselflies - even more than dragons - have sometimes as many as four iterations as they change patterns and colors as "young males," "dark males," "tan females," "bronze and green females," etc. In other words, as the summer wears on, identifying is not for a novice like me. Therefore, I have turned to the authors of my books, and can only hope that the return my requests for help. I really don't know why it's important to me.

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Back to the Swamp today. Hot. Thought I'd make it a short visit and try a new pond in the hills, BUT just as I was going to leave, I found these two damselflies mating over the stream. (With this species, she'll deposit the eggs when she wants to and where she wants to. They were in this position for almost 45 minutes, then separated and so did I. (Just before I walked passed the waterfall to my car, I found another damsel, making three (or 2.5 if you consider this "couple" one species) that I can't identify.

When I got home, I wrote to three authors of Odonata books that I met in 2008 and lost touch with in 2012 when I was off with Don Quixote to save the Western Bluebirds. I'm hoping that this will be kind enough to ID the pair and the "oddball" damselfly I found at frame 101.

Frame 102 was a Western Fence Lizard. I just couldn't resist.

If I hear from any or all of these authors, I'll be sure and correct the titles. Meanwhile, I'm pleased with how clear these images are. (Well, when you take 40+ shots and change the +/- by a third each shot and diddle with the speed and aperture, there's a pretty good chance you'll get at least one.)

"...she needed to find out whether the person sending her the message was human or mechanical."

Neal Stephenson-"The Diamond Age"

No, I don't know why Linnaeus presumably gave this Papilio its specific name 'demoleus'. Demoleus was a Greek soldier in the famous siege of Troy who was killed by Aeneas, that hero of Troy, sung by great Vergil. Aeneas then took his armor and gave it as a second prize to Mnestheus (incidentally, there's also a Skipper Butterfly called Mnestheus) at the Sicilian Games which he later organised.

Anyway... This marvelous Swallowtail Butterfly makes its home in the fine Butterfly House of the new Botanic Gardens of Utrecht University. It's called a Lime Butterfly because it favors those citrus trees and it is often seen as an invasive, destructive pest. Here in this glasshouse it does no harm and delights its observers! One of whom went home to a delightful rereading of a part of the Aeneid...

Mostly rereading and yes, I am a lazy guy that piles read books next to the sofa.

The weather was so wild on this day that the captain initially announced that the currents and the swell were too rough for us to land; but after a while, the seas calmed a bit and the Expedition Team Leader announced that we would be landing at Walker Bay on South Shetland Islands.

Rereading my journal for that day, I recall that the wind and snow was lashing us in the face as we made our way on the Zodiacs from the ship to the shore. It was an easy landing in soft sand, and I was soon walking along the beach in a snowstorm with snow blowing sideways into my face. I had to wipe my eyeglasses and camera lens after every shot, but it was well worth it because we had fabulous animal sightings that day, and I took hundreds of pictures:

- Gentoo penguins

- Elephant Seals

- Weddell Seal

- Fur Seals

- Giant Petrel

- Animal Skeletons

- Seaweed & Other Ocean Detritus on the Beach

Just finished rereading Tolkien's "The Hobbit" the other day, and tonight saw this in my Glacier National Park trip archives. One thing led to another. : -)

McDonald Lake, Glacier NP

Photoshop Elements adjustments to shadows/highlights and color curves. And no attempt to 'shop out the lens flare: I like the cinematic feel it adds to images.

I’m so excited! All the interior photos of my home in New Orleans, taken before I moved in and just after, are lost.

Until I rediscovered this while rereading MY BLOG. Yay!

Living room, bedroom, office/arts room, all identical. Then the kitchen and the bath. All in a row, no connecting hallways. A fireplace in each except the bathroom. A double shotgun cottage. I lived in the right half. A couple lived in the left half.

This was taken a couple of weeks after I moved in.

Tremé

New Orleans

April, 2014

Watercolor on paper

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Non mi stanco mai di rileggere La metamorfosi.

Il valore aggiunto di questo volume sono le illustrazioni di Alberto Ponticelli: "... Kafka ha un modo di scrivere crudele. Il suo linguaggio è apparentemente scarno, fatto di pochissime parole, tutte affilatissime e pregne di significati che appaiono molteplici, quasi ingannevoli."

Sono d'accordo. Potrei leggere La metamorfosi per la centesima volta, e sempre nuove immagini e sensazioni salirebbero, vorrei dire, dall'inconscio, o forse dalle mie vite precedenti, alla coscienza. Per poi svanire.

Chi ama Kafka e l'arte visiva si accomodi in libreria!

(La mia immagine creata con Bing Image Creator è solo il pretesto per parlare di K. qui su Flickr.)

I never get tired of rereading The Metamorphosis.

The added value of this volume are the illustrations by Alberto Ponticelli: "... Kafka has a cruel way of writing. His language is apparently sparse, made up of very few words, all very sharp and full of meanings that appear multiple, almost deceptive. "

I agree. I could read The Metamorphosis for the hundredth time, and ever new images and sensations would rise, I would say, from the unconscious, or perhaps from my previous lives, into consciousness. And then vanish.

Those who love Kafka and visual art should take a seat in the bookshop!

(My image created with Bing Image Creator is just the excuse to talk about K. here on Flickr.)