”If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment. If a shower drives us for shelter to the maple grove or the trailing branches of the pine, yet in their recesses with microscopic eye we discover some new wonder in the bark, or the leaves, or the fungi at our feet.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
(Journal, September 23, 1838)
“The Earth offers gift after gift — life and the living of it, light and the return of it, the growing things, the roaring things, fire and nightmares, falling water and the wisdom of friends, forgiveness. My god, the gift of forgiveness, time, and the scouring tides. How does one accept gifts as great as these and hold them in mind?
Failing to notice a gift dishonors it, and deflects the love of the giver. That’s what’s wrong with living a careless life, storing up sorrow, waking up regretful, walking unaware. But to turn the gift in your hands, to say, this is wonderful and beautiful, this is a great gift — this honors the gift and the giver of it. . . . Notice the gift. Be astonished at it. Be glad for it, care about it. Keep it in mind. This is the greatest gift a person can give in return.”
— Kathleen Dean Moore, Wild Comfort: The Solace of Nature
Elisa's Spot 
Very pretty and if you took them y’day I’m impressed !!
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Well, I guess I might have failed at having you be impressed. I took these on April 19. I was holding all of the images from the lilac series until I wrote, but uhm, that didn’t go so well. 😛
Seeeeeeeee I’m NOT perfect!
I still do not understand your persistant elisa comment, I felt badly I thought maybe i was bothering you and that I had missed a social cue to stop commenting. I didn’t mean to annoy. The thought makes me sad, again. OH shit, I might be hormonal. Just look the other way.
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ok I found a few dollars, I am going out to fetch dirt to plant my new aquisitions.
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Dali’s work Persistence of Time
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OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH the melting clocks! hehe
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I remember seeing “The Persistence of Memory” in the Museum of Modern Art in New York when I was young. In 1985 I spent a couple of hours at the Dalí Theater-Museum in Figueres.
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I have not been able to go to a ‘real’ museum. I encountered Dali on prints hanging in the window of a ‘disreputable’ tattoo parlor in the small town in which I grew up. I no longer know if disrepute was only from my parents or of the entire town. Their opinion seemed as large as a town in any case.
I loved looking at the prints and thinking how interesting that such a place of disrepute could comprehend and espouse such understanding of real art. I always thought it was quite funny how the ink molded and ran across the human skin, humans wrapped in time and place by whatever molded around them. I thought it best not to share that with my parents, but I felt them quite simple and stupid not to have noticed it for themselves.
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Memory and Time is part of the Great Round Burn too! I’ll see about weaving it in!
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So delicate and lovely. 🙂
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Thank you Robin.
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