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Friday 25 March 2011

Friday; Time;



Time of Roses by Thomas Hood

It was not in the Winter 
Our loving lot was cast; 
It was the time of roses— 
We pluck'd them as we pass'd! 

That churlish season never frown'd 
On early lovers yet: 
O no—the world was newly crown'd 
With flowers when first we met! 

'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, 
But still you held me fast; 
It was the time of roses— 
We pluck'd them as we pass'd!



Yes,I do like my Minnie Watch best; I have been a "few years" on this planet, my hair is grey but my heart still sings to the tunes of childhood.
Photo TS

Thursday 24 March 2011

Thursday; misconceptions;


Jacek Yerka;  Fantasia;

Fallacious ideas and beliefs  are documented and widespread;


Christopher Columbus's efforts to obtain support for his voyages were never hampered by a European belief that Earth was  flat.
Sailors and navigators of the time knew that  Earth was spherical. Though they, correctly, disagreed with Columbus's estimates of the distance to India, which was approximately one-sixth of the actual distance.
 If the Americas did not exist, and had Columbus continued to India, he would have run out of supplies before reaching it at the rate he was traveling.
Without the ability to determine longitude at sea, he could not have noticed that his estimate was in error in time to return. This longitude problem remained unsolved until the 18th century, when the lunar distance method emerged in parallel with efforts by inventor John Harrison to create the first marine chronometers.
The intellectual class had known that the Earth was spherical since the works of the Greek philosophers Plato and Aristotle. Eratosthenes made a very good estimate of the Earth's diameter in the third century BC.

courtesy Wikipedia




Wednesday 23 March 2011

Wednesday; free to....



"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." 
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Watercolour TS

Tuesday 22 March 2011

Tuesday; an ordinary day;




"War: a massacre of people who don't know each other for the profit of people who know each other."
 Paul Valery (French poet, essayist and critic, 1871-1945)

Monday 21 March 2011

Monday...sparkles;



Monday the start of a fresh, new week. Let's go....


THE FLOWER.      
  

Once in a golden hour
  I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
  The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
  Thro' my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
  Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
  It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
  Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide
  By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried
  `Splendid is the flower.'

Read my little fable:
  He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
  For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
  And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
  Call it but a weed.

Poetry by   Alfred, Lord Tennyson


Photo TS "my garden"
  

Sunday 13 March 2011

Sunday; Hope;



"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
— Marilyn Monroe


Surrealism; Vladimir Kush;

Friday 11 March 2011

Friday; Plaisir....



Chinese Painting, Zouchuanan-flowers


"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book."
— Groucho Marx