Every block of stone
has a statue inside it
and it is the task of the sculptor
to discover it.
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside.
is the promise
— Edmund Burke
Another one for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Nolstalgic.
The hardest thing to learn
is which bridge to cross
and which to burn.
— David Russell
Slightly belated entry for the Sunday Post Challenge: Bridge. The Ponte Octávio Frias de Oliveira in São Paulo.
— Christopher Morley
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting
Life is one big road with lots of signs.
So when you’re riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind.
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy.
Don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality.
Wake Up and Live!
– Bob Marley
The Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says. Well, I’ve always wondered about this one…
Let a man get up and say,
Behold, this is the truth,
and instantly I perceive a sandy cat
filching a piece of fish in the background.
Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.
– Virginia Woolf
Looking at a rather untidy photo I was suddenly struck by the shapes made by the space around the flowers and the shadows.
The Weekly Photo Challenge: In the Background.
Look on every exit
as being an entrance
― Tom Stoppard
All big cities have their special features, and in Paris it’s the ironwork. Art déco, art nouveau, classical or modern: every taste is catered for. Which door would you choose?
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape.
Art is pattern
informed by sensibility.
– Herbert Read
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern
Falia was resigned to her mission. The thankless task of checking out possible new worlds traditionally fell to the most junior member of the Interplanetary Relationship Bureau. It was probably a false alarm anyway, and even if it wasn’t there was nothing she could do beyond data gathering, worse luck. To remove temptation, scout vessels simply weren’t equipped for landing.
After the autopilot had maneuvered her ship into orbit, Falia set to work. Satellites made tapping into data sources seem like child’s play. She was excited to get her first glimpse of a new species, have the ship’s computer navigate through the jumble of languages, and dip into it’s strange culture. But her excitement soon turned to dismay at what she found.
Morality. The planet was infested with it. Preachers of morality raped children; others murdered in the name of family values. Those whose very existence offended the reigning moral code were despised and persecuted; those unwilling to accept it reviled. Where two moralities clashed, hatred and violence inevitably followed: the slaughter of innocents on the way was defended by moral leaders.
On the way back Falia tried to shake off her feeling of revulsion. How could anyone value rules over sentient beings’ feelings and needs? Her report would go through the usual channels, though the outcome was clear. After the Bureau had slipped up with Silema-β, only narrowly avoiding the first interplanetary war, the ruling on a morality-ridden planet was inevitable.
T.Mastgrave’s weekly Philosophical Story Challenge: how do conflicting moralities come to terms with one another?
And the Weekly Photo Challenge: From Above, another look at last week’s flower.
Break open a cherry tree
and there are no flowers,
but the spring breeze
brings forth myriad blossoms.
– Ikkyu Sojun
Some kind of Rosaceae, but what kind? Cherry? If any one knows, do leave a comment. Else I’ll have to wait for the fruit.
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Up. Once I started snapping it was hard to stop…
The true secret of happiness
lies in taking a genuine interest
in all the details of daily life.
– William Morris
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details
belongs to those who believe
in the beauty of their dreams.
– Eleanor Roosevelt
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward.
Home is where the heart is.
Outside my window in my parents’ house. The Weekly Photo Challenge: Home.
who are almost unique
in having the ability to learn from the experience of others,
are also remarkable
for their apparent disinclination to do so.
– Douglas Adams
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique.
Life is simply a collection of little lives,
each lived one day at a time.
Each day should be spent
finding beauty in flowers and poetry
and talking to animals.
– Nicholas Sparks
The Sunday Post Challenge: Simplicity.