Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Stone






The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself.

Bertrand Russell


 




 



 




 




 
 
 

Devon Sunset

 






The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.

Olivia Howard Dunbar
The Shell of Sense

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Pigeon







A pigeon flying with the ravens will start to caw

Mehmet Murat Ildan


 
 







 






 
 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

For cat lovers


The smallest feline is a masterpiece
Leonardo Da Vinci



Meet Talloulah, my brother and sister-in-law's beautiful new kitten, she is half Bengal.

I took so many pics of her, here is just a sample.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Beeswing




Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing,
so fine a breath of wind might blow her away.
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Richard Thompson











 







 







 
 
 

Friday, September 6, 2013

Donkey




He would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off  but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies.

George Orwell, Animal Farm



 
 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Dartmoor Pony



Horses make a landscape look beautiful.
Alice Walker




 
 

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Sea




W.B. Yeats

A Crazed Girl

“THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea”
 
W B Yeats

 





 





 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Raindrops

 





Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.

Roger Miller