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“In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.” ― Maya Angelou
Location: Athenaeum
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What a thrill to see the waterfowl flush like this. The only thing better would be to not be shooting it through the brush! : )
In the flush of love's light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.
Maya Angelou.
Maya Angelou (born Marguerite Annie Johnson; April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, several books of poetry, and was credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning over 50 years. She received dozens of awards and more than 50 honorary degrees. Angelou is best known for her series of seven autobiographies, which focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), tells of her life up to the age of 17 and brought her international recognition and acclaim. Source Wikipedia.
Judas tree.
Cercis siliquastrum.
Space towers of the NY Pavilion from the 1964 World's Fair faintly visible on the horizon. (The same towers featured at the end of in Men in Black.)
On the right, also in the horizon, are the Skyview Towers, about 2.5 miles away.
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Person and car for scale. This potty is HUGE. Seen at the "Duravit Design Center" in Hornberg, Germany
Not what I was planning on uploading today… but I'm not near my external drive.
Much better large on black, methinks.
Oh, yes, hbw indeed. :)
I had a delightful walk around Sunnyhurst Woods with a group of 4 East Lancashire photographers, who made me very welcome and introduced me to a lovely woodland area here in the heart of Darwen, as my car was being serviced in nearby Blackburn.
This valley has some wonderful autumnal settings amongst the woodland and stream that runs down from Earnshaw Reservoir. There are a series of waterfalls and Victorian bridges set out in this parkland created by the Towns Mill Owners in days gone by. Despite the weather I think we all enjoyed the mornings walk and came away with some nice momentos of the visit as the last vestiges of Autumn were displayed,
I was out in the hinterlands northeast of Kennewick looking for some snow buntings and gray partridges that had been recently reported. I didn't find any of those, but I did manage to get some shots of this ring-necked pheasant flying away.
Inside the old house I was staying in in Rye; it dates back to the 1520s (Henry VIII was king of England when it was built). I spent quite a spooky Halloween night here!
For an account of my trip to Rye and Dungeness (and more pictures of the amazing Medieval house I was staying in) :
Just out of frame to the top and left is LaGuardia Airport and the Grand Central Parkway where there's nothing bucolic.
Rocket Thrower Statue, Flushing Meadows Corona Park, Queens, New York
This is where the red Converse from yesterday was hanging.
If you still can't find it, see the note.
View the detail shot on Red Converse
Although these birds seem indifferent to or curious about my presence, every so often (for reasons unknown to me, as a non-bird) they flush, as a group. This happened as I was trying to focus on a bird that missed the cue, and I liked the effect of the blurred flock departing around her.
Flush. biografia di un cane.
Virginia Woolf
www.anobii.com/it/books/flush/9788877384652/010e9a6fdd1fb...
Vedi quel cane. Era ieri soltanto
Che, immemore di lui, qui meditavo
Finché, di tra i guanciali ove posavo,
Via coi pensieri mi si sciolse il pianto.
Ricciuta al par d'un Fauno sorse accanto
Al mio volto una testa, e d'oro flavo
Mi guardaron due occhi - io li guardavo.
Due molli orecchie le mie guancie asciugando.
Come un'Arcade in primo io sobbalzai
Sorpresa all'alba dal Dio-capra; e infine
Flush ravvisai nella folta figura
Che il pianto mi tergeva, e superai
Pena e sorpresa, ringraziando Pan
Che ispira amore ad umil creatura.
Questa una delle poesie che Elizabeth Barrett Browning dedicò al suo cane Flush. Qui si narra la vita di questo spaniel, e attraverso la sua quella della sua padroncina, prima reclusa e malata a Londra, poi fuggitiva con Robert Browning in Italia. Flush viene rapito da una banda di londinesi delinquenti, e lei combatte contro la famiglia e anche contro il poeta per riaverlo ad ogni costo, anche pagando dei farabutti: perché l'innocenza di Flush deve pagare per la viltà e la cattiveria degli uomini? In Italia poi Flush potrà riscoprire le gioie della vita libera dopo anni di reclusione con la malata in una camera da letto. Un incantevole libriccino, scritto poi dalla Woolf con sentita partecipazione emotiva.
"E Flush, che avrebbe potuto godersi in libertà il mondo intero, Flush eleggeva la rinuncia a tutti gli odori di Wimpole Street per starsene coricato al fianco di lei."
This is one of the poems that Elizabeth Barrett Browning dedicated to her dog Flush. (You will have to look for it because it cannot be translated with Google translator) Here the life of this spaniel is told, and through her that of her owner, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, first a recluse and ill in London, then a fugitive with Robert Browning in Italy. Flush is kidnapped by a gang of London criminals, and she fights against the family and also against the poet to get him back at any cost, even by paying scoundrels: why does Flush's innocence have to pay for the cowardice and wickedness of men? Then in Italy Flush will be able to rediscover the joys of free life after years of confinement with the patient in a bedroom. An enchanting little book, written by Woolf with heartfelt emotional participation.
"And Flush, who could have enjoyed the whole world in freedom, Flush chose to give up all the smells of Wimpole Street and lie down by her side."