Monday; bookshelf;

A book to read...

Chasing The Light by Jesse Blackadder;

It's the early 1930s. Antarctic open sea whaling is booming 

and a territorial race for the mysterious continent is in full swing.

Page 182

The iceberg was ever a word so inadequate? - floated towards her, tall and faceted in pur opaque white.

From every crack and gouge shone a blue so intense that it hurt her eyes;  a blue that made her throat catch.

Page 183

....it was like staring into a piece of sky, trapped and glowing from within the iceberg with unearthly light.

Page 282

The shriek of the blizzard filled her ears...she knew exactly why Antarctica screamed....her wordless fury that they dared to come with their harpoons and boilers and slaughter her children in her own waters where they had been safe for all time.

Page 294

...what an ignorant notion that had been. The place needed no human gaze to bring it into existence.

It made fools of them for competing to get there, for attempting to chart and define its outlines, for thinking that anyone could own it.

This is a fine and interesting book to read. The race of  Nations to put their flag there,  the immense slaughter of whales; and  about the first women to see Antarctica.

A Jade Iceberg in Antarctica. Image from the Australian Government Australian 

Where man goes, destruction follows. Ts

Where humans tread it's unsafe for all other creatures. Ts

Friday; art;

Art of photography; 

 Dill seed  from my herb garden;

Randomly  arranged duck weed in the pond, repeating patterns and colours; 

The beauty of  beauty past. 

My love for  art summons up a feeling of life and stillness. It is part of mankind, our first artworks were scratched into stone. I am mostly inspired by  natural sculptures, love the diversity,  subtle designs and colours of lichen  and  fungi,  also seed which I find in my garden.  For me Art is  and has always been a vast  and profound exploration.  

Not what we have but what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.

©Photos my garden/Text/Ts /Titania Everyday;

it was not such a good idea;

My mother had a beautiful, old photo album. On the outside it was quilted and inside were thick green  cardboard pages, filled with old photos. Christmas came along and I decided to give my mother a new photo album. I took out all the old photos and pasted them in the album I bought with my pocket money, I think I was 14. I had a lot of work because I also made drawings and wrote captions under the photos.  In my view it was splendid, so much nicer then the old one which I threw into the garbage.  Christmas eve arrived, we exchanged presents and I gave my mother my creation. I did not know what came upon me. My mother did not like the new album and wanted  me to put all the photos back into her old album. Then I had to confess that I threw it away; oh the rage about my carelessness about old valuable things. . My father felt sorry for me and said:" why don't we all look at this new album and enjoy it, look it is all so nicely done. My mother never acknowledged it and I did not blame her, but it was a big disappointment for me and it did hurt. I guess I also learned a lesson!

This old wooden box contains many old photos;

I have many old and newer photo albums;

I always liked this one. My Uncle Richard, now 90 years old made it.

Nice times and nice holidays.

Holidays with the cousins.

My young children  3 and 4 got hold of this album and tore out many photos.

These pages are part of the album I made for my mother!

One of my favourite photos was always this  hand coloured  black and white photo. I am the girl with the injured knee. I think it is from 1946.

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©Photos/Text Ts/ Titania-Everyday

TuTaTo;

Post Auto or PostBus as this Bus is called today in Switzerland, is a Swiss Icon, every child knew and  still knows, my guess, the big yellow bus with is particular sound of "tutato"  when driving around the dangerous corners of  steep and long winding roads in the mountains.

I guess in the 1950is  or a bit later. See the skis at the back.

PostAuto Schweiz in Swiss Standard German,  Now Postbus. CarPostal Suisse in Swiss French, and AutoPostale Svizzera in Swiss Italian) is a subsidiary company of the Swiss Post, which provides regional and rural bus services throughout Switzerland, and also in France and Liechtenstein. In Swiss German dialect they are also called Poschi or Poschti.

The Swiss Post  Auto service evolved as a motorized successor to the stagecoaches that previously carried passengers and mail in Switzerland, with the Swiss postal service providing postbus services carrying both passengers and mail. The buses operated by PostBus are a Swiss icon, with a distinctive yellow livery and three-tone horn. The company uses an image of a posthorn as a logo on its buses and elsewhere. On some mountain roads, indicated by a traffic sign of a yellow posthorn on a blue background, the buses have priority over other traffic.

Lenzerheide, Heidsee, 1920

1849: Creation of the postal network diligence.

1906: First service of PostBus between Bern and Detligen.

1919: Inauguration of the line crossing the Simplon Pass.

1921: Grimsel Pass, Furka Pass, San Bernardino Pass and Oberalp Pass are open to traffic.

1923: A three-tone horn is installed on the buses travelling on mountain routes.

1949: The bus lines of the Principality of Liechtenstein are operated by PostBus.

1959: All buses are of the same yellow color.

1961: Last service of horse diligence on the line Avers-Juf*.

2003: For the first time, PostBus carried more than 100 million passengers.

2005: PostBus Switzerland established as a subsidiary company of Swiss Post.

Juf 2126 m or 6975 ft above sea level

Juf is a village in the municipality of Avers in the canton of Graubünden, Switzerland. At 2,126 metres (6,975 ft) above sea level, it is the highest village with permanent residents in Switzerland and in Europe. Juf has a population of about 24 inhabitants divided over 6 families in a concentrated settlement. They were 20 in 1991 and 30 in 2001. The first inhabitants were immigrant Walser who arrived in 1292.

The first Post Auto Chur-Tschiertschen 1925, transporting Mail and people;

1951, with a slide back roof. 

The posthorn, children sang perhaps still do, tutato Postch isch do...or tutao Poscht Auto...♫

               

Tutato  to www.sepiasaturday.blogspot.com

Sources;    http://www.beatenbergbilder.ch/home/bergbahnen_postauto_geschichte.htm
                  Wikipedia
                 http://www.friiischtailer.ch/vereine/pro-tschiertschen-praden/aktivitaeten.php

Wednesday; spotted..

Yesterday, nipping out into the herb garden to get some fresh herbs, I saw this beautiful, big Praying Mantis, folded  up long delicate wings, boldly looking at me. I hurried back to get my camera, a moment later she flew off.

I am never without thoughts and quotes,  here are a few for 2014,

Do not make New Years resolution you won’t keep them anyway! Ts

What you are today you are tomorrow! Ts

Do not change for anyone, and never think,  that anyone will change for you. Ts

©Photo/Text Titania-Everyday/ Ts

Wednesday, 1. January 2014

Think, that every day is your best day in 2014!

The best, the green grass of home.

The best, fine home cooked food.

The best, take care of nature. without a healthy  environment,
all your other efforts are doomed and hopeless.


©Photos/ Text  Titania-Everyday Ts

A Happy 2014 to all sepians;

First light;

...last light..

Come, gentlemen, “ and ladies” I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

William Shakespeare

Anno 2014

Cheers!

©Photos/ Titania-Everyday/Ts

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