Art Is Pattern

Art is pattern
informed by sensibility.

Herbert Read

The Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern

A Rose Is a Rose Is a Rose

I seem to have run in a great circle,
and met myself again
on the starting line.

― Jeanette Winterson


Tread Softly


Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats

Forget Not Yet

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Forget not yet, forget not this,

How long ago hath been and is

The mind that never meant amiss

Forget not yet.

– Sir Thomas Wyatt

Golden Scales


How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail,

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale!


How cheerfully he seems to grin

How neatly spreads his claws,

And welcomes little fishes in,

With gently smiling jaws!

– Lewis Carroll

Coat of Many Colours


I met in the street a very poor young man

who was in love.

His hat was old, his coat worn,

his cloak was out at the elbows,

the water passed through his shoes,

and the stars through his soul.


J’ai rencontré dans la rue un jeune homme très pauvre

qui aimait.

Son chapeau était vieux, son habit était usé;

il avait les coudes troués;

l’eau passait à travers ses souliers

et les astres à travers son âme.

– Victor Hugo

Naughty or Nice?


How far that little candle throws his beams!

So shines a good deed in a naughty world.


While others are anxiously wondering whether they made the “nice” list, Olaf is hoping for a chat with the reindeer. He knows he’s been good all year.

A Very Merry Christmas from Olaf, Bertie and myself.

Where Waters Smoothest Run


Where waters smoothest run,

there deepest are the fords,

The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;

The firmest faith is found in fewest words,

The turtles do not sing, and yet they love.

Edward Dyer

A Silent Love.



Poetry is

boned with ideas,

nerved and blooded with emotions,

all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

Paul Engle

One of the first shots with my new camera is for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Delicate.

Soft Snow


Advice is like snow:

the softer it falls,

the longer it dwells upon,

and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge



Until he extends his circle of compassion

to include all living things,

man will not himself

find peace.

Albert Schweitzer

The paper wreath is inspired by Clouds of Color, a creative blogger. It’s very easy to make, and can be adapted to any taste – instructions here: I’m amazed at how different it looks. Yesterday’s window decoration was made the same way, just on a straight strip of cardboard.

The Travel Theme: Circles.



Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.

Don’t resist them – that only creates sorrow.

Let reality be reality.

Let things flow naturally forward

in whatever way they like.

Lao Tzu

The Weekly Photo Challenge: Changing Seasons

My camera is on the blink: I barely coaxed it into taking a few shots today. I’m hesitating what kind of a camera to buy. Another point and shoot? Maybe something with a few more options of manual control? But not  so heavy or bulky I’ll stop carrying it around. And not too expensive.

I’ve read some reviews of the Olympus Pen Mini (E-PM1), and it sounds like it might suit.

Recommendations anyone?



True nostalgia

is an ephemeral composition

of disjointed memories.

Florence King

I found these growing on the banks of a small stream. I’m not sure, but I imagine they are some kind of orchid?

The Future


The future is uncertain,

but the end is always near.

Jim Morrison




isn’t a matter of milestones,

but of moments.

Rose Kennedy



In the business world,

the rear-view mirror

is always clearer

than the windshield.

Warren Buffett

I like the rear-view mirror: the things you see in it aren’t rushing towards you…

The Weekly Photo Challenge: Reflections.



Time is relative

to where you are

what you do

and who you are waiting for.

Spanish proverb

I get the feeling time is long when you’re waiting for Spring!

Keeping Warm



      are the treasures that […]

keep our hearts warm

when we are lonely.

– Becky Aligada*

It seems it’s time to bring out the knitwear again: this tree’s ready for winter! A more detailed view here.

*Who is Becky Aligada? For once, Google and Wikipedia couldn’t tell me. I’m intrigued: if you know more, please leave a comment.

Spring Will Come

A human being can survive

almost anything,

as long as she sees

the end in sight.

– Elizabeth Wurtzel

Cold, fog, and drizzle: greyness is setting in.
Have to start a daily mantra:
Spring Will Come!

The Veil

Art: the reproduction of

what the senses perceive in nature

through the veil of the mist.

Edgar Allan Poe

When I was young I thought a lot about life, truth, what is right, and what is good. I was confident that, with time, I would know more. Now my eyesight is fading, and it seems that the answers are further away than ever. Indeed, I’m no longer sure these questions have an answer at all.

As if reality is receding into the mists, leaving more and more grey areas. I wonder whether you become less and less sure of your ground, until you are swallowed by the mists of uncertainty?

Is that why they mean by “behind the veil”?

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The 100-wcgu at Julia’s Place: Grey.


The sea always filled her with longing,

though for what she was never sure.

Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

Doubling up for the Travel Theme: Liquid, and the Sunday Post Challenge: Natural Resources.

The Bright Spots

Your attitude

is like a box of crayons

that colour your world.

Constantly colour your picture grey,

and your picture will always be bleak.

Try adding some bright colours

by including humour,

and your picture

begins to lighten up.

– Allen Klein

The Weekly Photo Challenge: Thankful. A good motto: nothing will brighten up your day – or your life – as thankfulness will.

Sweet Decay

For all that lives, is subject to that law:

All things decay in time, and to their end do draw.

– Edmund Spenser

I love the way colours of hollyhocks deepen into blue when the bloom withers.

The current Daily Prompt: Connect the Dots, is to open the nearest book at page 82, and work the third full sentence on the page into a post. The nearest book was the Oxford Book of English Verse edited by Helen Gardner, and the quote from The Faerie Queen.


It is not length of life,

but depth of life.

 – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Mystical Destination

All roads indeed lead to Rome,

but theirs also is a more mystical destination,

some bourne of which no traveller knows the name,

some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal.

– Richard Le Gallienne

The Travel Theme: Mystical