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We Lost The Sea - Challenger: Part Two - A Swan Song
Challenger – January 28, 1986
“We've grown used to wonders in this century,
It's hard to dazzle us.
We've grown used to the idea of space and perhaps we forget that we've only just begun. We're still pioneers.
Sometimes painful things like this happen. It's all part of the process, of exploration and discovery. It's all part of taking a chance and expanding man's horizons. The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave.
Nothing ends here.
On this day, 390 years ago, the great explorer Sir Francis Drake died aboard ship off the coast of Panama. In his lifetime the great frontiers were the oceans and as a historian later said "He lived by the sea, died on it and was buried in it."
Well, today we can say of the Challenger crew: Their dedication was, like Drake's, complete. We will never forget them nor the last time we saw them as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and "slipped the surly bonds of earth" to "touch the face of God."
Thank you”
(Ronald Reagan)
She was the song,
in a chorus - unheard.
You were the summer
in her winter of verse.
Yours was the melody
she wanted to learn;
it clung to her lips,
in silence it yearned.
It seems as though now,
you forgot every word;
In a field full of flowers,
she was the first.
There once was a song
you reminded her of -
she no longer longs,
yet she still loves.
- Lang Leav
One of our local Song Sparrows (Melospiza melodia)
They move around quite a bit, but I think we have three who have taken up residence in the yard.
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Song sparrows sure sing up a storm! They seem to prefer a perch that has good sightlines, and typically go near the top of it. This individual is living up to its name, and doing so first thing in the morning before the sun was over the horizon. There was a bit of cloud on that horizon, so there was colour aplenty.
o canto do cisne, o último e mais belo antes da morte veio para nos lembrar q é preciso morrer o tempo inteiro...a vida é apenas a sombra da morte...
It was a cool morning and the song sparrow was a bit fluffed out
while singing. Nice diffused light for photography.
Poole wetland, St.Albert, AB.
It has been a dismal Spring so far in my neck of the woods---cold and wet. Despite that, the air is filled with the melodic calls of the song sparrow
Cradle song
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.
William Blake
Spent a foggy afternoon playing with some photos, my nature romantic orientation needs to discharge ..... used a picture with the bridge from my friend Robert, added element from a painting by Carl Larsson.
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Processing Topaz, part from a paint by Carl Larsson, bridge: Robert, Flickr
Stepping back in time with classic beauty -
the lines, the curves, the hood ornaments...
elegance on wheels : )
HBW & Happy Mono Bokeh Thursday !
Song thrush (Turdus philomelos) on a (mostly) snow-covered ground.
Śpiewak (Turdus philomelos) na (w wiekszości) pokrytej śniegiem ziemi.