John Clare, England, 1793-1864
The water-lilies on the meadow stream
Again spread out their leaves of glossy green;
And some, yet young, of a rich copper gleam,
Scarce open, in the sunny stream are seen,
Throwing a richness upon Leisure’s eye,
That thither wanders in a vacant joy;
While on the sloping banks, luxuriantly,
Tending of horse and cow, the chubby boy,
In self-delighted whims, will often throw
Pebbles, to hit and splash their sunny leaves;
Yet quickly dry again, they shine and glow
Like some rich vision that his eye deceives;
Spreading above the water, day by day,
In dangerous deeps, yet out of danger’s way.
Orange is the new orange, according to our fearless leader Ailsa. By far my fave color.
The windup, and the pitch. . .
After Midnight, LACMA
So, two shots in the state of Oregon. . . weird.
In the last of this decades-long series, there’s photos of the pretty tops of the cacti. . .
Title says it all; go here for more.
They’re yucky close-up
Ignore the green
One of the many reasons to see Raining Jane live.
This week on the Ailsa Travel Blogging Network, our fearless leader gets startled by that bright yellow ball in the sky, which is about as rare as a blue moon in Seattle. . . I mean the sun, not her being startled.
So, on to the most misunderstood of the primary colors. . .
Not as yellow a sky as the original, I think
Vixen is on fire!
And we end it with flowers; not much else to say.
Yes, these are made of flowers. . .
C’mon, paintings of flowers count too!
Sometimes the paintings look more real
Yep, that’s a painting too.
Yay, an actual flower!
The bird, the birds!
Birds have invaded this blog!
Recently I was hiking along a mountain path when I came across a boulder, on which was carved, “Nothing is written in stone.”
Okay, got that out of da way. Now a question for the ernstwhile botanists in the bloggospehere: anyone know what this funky flower is?