Iceland’s use of exterior wood made it seem like a Scandinavian country.
Its limited ability to grow its own wood made it seem like an Arctic country.
I guess both of those make sense.
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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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Tree roots and the pattern of tributaries in a watershed bear an uncommon similarity.
Jim T
Jim – An excellent point and one that had entirely escaped me. Here, for example, is the Mackenzie delta. I need a drone camera . . .
I wonder if this will let me paste in a photo
Apparently not. I’ll send you the jpg separately.
Jim T
Jim – Well, there’s often a way . . . Yup, this works.
I love the weathered blue-painted boards, which look approximately like what I did to my barn-board kitchen cabinets to the consternation of the sons who built them and favored the dark wood. How very nice to find a confirmation for my personal taste and the Scandinavian link that probably explains why I made that unusual choice.
Laurna – Interesting. I saw unpainted/weathered boards, and no blue. Well, they do say that colour is not an objective phenomenon but a human experience. Certainly the aesthetic that we saw in many places seemed distinctively Scandinavian to us. The small towns along the coast were, with one exception, pristine, even if not affluent.
Excellent photos! Great composition and colour.
Judith – Thanks! Composition is a never-ending pursuit, I find. 🙂