And above all,
watch with glittering eyes
the whole world around you
because the greatest secrets
are always hidden
in the most unlikely places.
- Roald Dahl
Monthly Archives: June 2012
Today
This week’s challenge was a good cue to look up,…
…OK, really up,…
…look down…
…and look really carefully.
Nature and poetry
Wave upon wave like a sea’s green shallows
Breathing below.
Or perhaps his own high hopes had made
The wizened look tall.
Walking in the fields taking photos for the “Today” challenge, I suddenly saw the “waves” and the “sea’s green shallows”, and realised I’d never seen it like that before. Is it perhaps the value of poetry, that it lets you see things differently?
A failure by C. Day-Lewis (p.9-10).
Good fences?
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
- Robert Frost
Mending Wall
Highly des res?
Did you know birds went in for numbered houses nowadays?
Bijou des res, lofty situation
Charming neighborhood, quiet street
Small problem with graffiti, no, scratch that:
Active local community
And have you seen the flying houses by Laurent Chehere?
Poppy, poppy, burning bright?
In the past few days it’s struck me how strongly red or scarlet flowers stand out. Even on gloomy days, or whizzing by in a blur – where other colours lose their definition, red almost seems to burn even more fiercely.
Wild camomile
I remember wild camomile growing around here, I don’t remember its sheer profusion.
It reminded me of Mary Wesley’s “Camomile Lawn”. Who else loves the cosiness of her characters reappearing from novel to novel?
Colour
La couleur est mon obsession quotidienne, ma joie et mon tourment.
Colour is my daily obsession, my joy and my torment.
- Claude Monet
As I’ve posted quite a few photos lately, I’ve given the blog a bit of a wash and brush up, and added a photo gallery page. I hope you like the new look.
Majesty
What is the emperor’s purple
To the majesty of an iris?
W is for Water
Eau, tu n’as ni goût, ni couleur, ni arôme, on ne peut pas te définir, on te goûte sans te connaître. Tu n’es pas nécessaire à la vie : tu es la vie. Tu nous pénètres d’un plaisir qui ne s’explique point par les sens. Avec toi rentrent en nous tous les pouvoirs auxquels nous avions renoncé. Par ta grâce s’ouvrent en nous toutes les sources taries de notre cœur.
Tu es la plus grande richesse qui soit au monde, et tu es aussi la plus délicate, toi si pure au ventre de la terre. … tu répands en nous un bonheur, infiniment simple.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Water, without taste, colour, or aroma, you cannot be defined, and are relished while remaining mysterious. Not essential for life: you are life. You fill us with pleasure that our senses cannot explain. With you we imbibe all the powers we have lost. Thanks to you the parched springs in our hearts flow again.
You are the greatest gift on earth, and the most delicate: pure, deep in the earth. …You fill us with infinitely simple joy.
By a happy coincidence two photo challenges collide:
The Frizztext A-Z Archive challenge: W
and Jakesprinters‘ Sunday Post Challenge: Water.
Look inside
Your visions will become clear
only when you can look
into your own heart.
Who looks outside, dreams;
Who looks inside, awakes.
- C.G. Jung
Star bright
Nobody sees a flower really;
it is so small.
We haven’t time,
and to see takes time,
like to have a friend
takes time.
- Georgia O’Keeffe
