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"His old life lay behind in the mists, dark adventure lay in front."
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
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♫ La Primavera ♫
Allegro
Springtime is upon us.
The birds celebrate her return with festive song,
and murmuring streams are
softly caressed by the breezes.
Thunderstorms, those heralds of Spring, roar,
casting their dark mantle over heaven,
Then they die away to silence,
and the birds take up their charming songs once more.
Largo
On the flower-strewn meadow, with leafy branches
rustling overhead, the goat-herd sleeps,
his faithful dog beside him.
Allegro
Led by the festive sound of rustic bagpipes,
nymphs and shepherds lightly dance
beneath the brilliant canopy of spring.
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The four concertos [of Vivaldi's The Four Seasons] were written to go along with four sonnets. Though it is not known who wrote these sonnets, there is a theory that Vivaldi wrote them himself, given that each sonnet is broken down into three sections, neatly corresponding to a movement in the concerto.
Whoever wrote the sonnets, The Four Seasons may be classified as program music, instrumental music that intends to evoke something extra-musical.— Excerpted from The Four Seasons (Vivaldi) on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music" #🌃#🎼 ✨ — Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays
Vancouver Metropolitan Orchestra - Live Symphony (2016) @ Coal Harbour
The worm woke up early and drove to the sea for a crawl in the sand to witness the gorgeous rising of the sun.
We are on Padre Island in Texas and hung out on the beach all day yesterday and got a room for the night. The mosquitoes this morning were a surprise but a kindly fisherman shared his bug repellent with me. I was covered with sand and it was glorious!!
Today, Rachel reports to the base and I hope to get some San Antonio exploration in. Hope everyone is having an awesome Sunday ...
... and Happy Worms-eye View Sunday to all!! I will hopefully have some kick back time this week to catch up to all my Flickr Buds!! :D
Exploring the nostalgic grounds of Ontario Place during the last evening of the In/Future art festival in Toronto.
Chasing Light - Long Island Sound near Eatons Neck, New York sunlight reflecting off of the water aerial view - © 2022 David Oppenheimer - Performance Impressions photography archives - performanceimpressions.com
Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.
— Paulo Coelho
"The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.
The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color." — Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
Boulevard du Pont d'Arve. #Geneva. #Street_photography #ig_streetphotography #gf_streets #Fromstreetswithlove #everybodystreet #plainpalais #ig_geneva #igersgeneva #switzerlandwonderland #switzerlandpictures #switzerland #living_europe #chasinglight #lightchaser #lrinstagram
"We need the tonic of wildness—At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable.
We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces freshets.
We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander" 👟
— Walden by Henry David Thoreau
There is a Stetson Cowboy hat under the EI wires. Don't like how the brim edges look. The EI wire is hard to bend - it doesn't have memory wire in it so I tried using glue dots to tack it down. Not real sticky to the felt! Want to keep working on this.
“ 'Anything I learnt would have to be justified by private benefit rather than by the interest of others. My discoveries would have to enliven me; they would have in some way to prove ‘life-enhancing’.
The term was Nietzsche's. In the autumn of 1873, Friedrich Nietzsche composed an essay in which he distinguished between collecting facts like an explorer or academic and using already well known facts to the end of inner, psychological enrichment”
— The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton
Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
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One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
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Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
Some things don't make sense in life. Some things don't have to. I can look at this and tell you that the pages shone, words sang, bindings wept, and ink danced. I can tell you what it feels to be understood and supported. But I can't explain why. I don't have words. But that's what makes it feel so real. #sweeterpoetry
|| My dear friend @ahmyrmo gave me the best present she ever could have: she believes in me, and wants me to believe in myself. She had a book printed of my photos and poems...which is hopefully just a taste of the future. That's a dream of mine, you see. To write a book. And I'm not letting go of that one. #thetaleofthehummingbirdandthewalrus ||
"The truth is, your lifestyle is not defined by the things you live with, but by the way you live and the happiness it brings to yourself and others." 🌟 🌈 ⋅
“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad gita, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
“Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlour of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
— Walden (1854) by Henry David Thoreau
(Chapter 16: The Pond in Winter)
Spectacular displays of spring foliage and blossoms in Vancouver.
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