There is no shortage of good days; it is good lives that are hard to come by.
(Annie Dillard)
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(Annie Dillard)
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THROUGH THE CAMERA LENS
Neon Lights
POETRY FOR PLEASURE
The Way through the Woods
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods.
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Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods.
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JOHN’S GALLERY
Catskill Mountain Scenery
by John Frederick Kensett (1816-1872)
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Catskill Mountain Scenery
by John Frederick Kensett (1816-1872)
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MY KIND OF MUSIC
Pizzicato Polka from “Sylvia” by Léo Delibes is played here by Francesco Libetta.
Notice how he uses one finger only to play most of the main tune.
Thanks to EgideO for making this video available.
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Notice how he uses one finger only to play most of the main tune.
Thanks to EgideO for making this video available.
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A QUOTE FOR 80 PLUS
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates. (T. S. Eliot)
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Next post here - Friday 20th January
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