The sun’ll come out, tomorrow.
– Annie
Oh yeah? Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t.
After all, it didn’t come out today. Up, but not out, if you see what I mean from these sunrise shots.
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Photo Memory of the Week
Posted: 2025 Feb 27
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Quote of the Week
The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning, but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life.
The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun, and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. (paragraph breaks added)
Source: Orthodoxy, GK Chesterton
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Poetry of the Week
Never Again Would Birds' Song be The Same
- Robert FrostHe would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.Posted: 2025 Feb 27
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Reminds me those huge divine creatures that move by wind power along the beach.
Barbara – Which divine creatures? (Don’t say, “Stitchworts.”)
I was going to say, the top photo suggests some giant sea creature emerging from the depths to crawl up on the beach and scare the living daylights…. The second photo, those giant nails sticking out of the support beams look a mite dangerous. Love the misty mystic reflections in each.
Marilyn – Yes, sometimes it’s better not to get what I was looking for . . .
Wonder if these count towards your bridge collection? (or at least dead end bridges)
Jim R – Hmm. I don’t know. I’ll check with the Category Keeper – but sometimes I hit her on a categorical day. 🙂
Absolutely beautiful! I love graphic photos. And I love scenic photos, and travel photos, and people pictures, and …. All photos – except fake posed non-posed ones, e.g., some ads.
Judith – Many thanks! I know what you mean. So many interesting photos to take, so little time.