In the image above I see a bird's nest and two baby birds, eyes not open, trusting, needing, their mother or father to fill their hungry bellies. Who among us does not hunger to be held, to know that when we ask it shall be given?
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Quote of the Day
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Alexander Pope
Quote of the Day
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Alexander Pope
20 comments:
Oh how beautiful...the image and the thoughts.
So good to see you Oliviah. Your kind words are most appreciated my friend. I hope you have been able to sleep and find rest and peace. Sending positive karma your way for the holiday weekend. Hugs and kisses my dear.
Lovely image.
Just yesterday I witnessed the mother bird so patiently feeding her crying babes.
I've seen this before but not at the almost-grown stage. They develop a dance. Two chicks, side by side, mom in front and they bob up and down - outside wings flapping to offset their balance. It appeared so sychronized and yet, a wild thing so unknown to us.
It was a moment to revel in and I took the time to stay and watch regardless of obligations.
Quote of the day = karma
I like it a great deal.
Hugs to you...and huge thanks for the freebie. :D
Aggie, last April I got to witness the birth of two baby birds in our backyard. I took a ton of photos, many of which I posted on this blog about that time. I felt like I was watching a miracle right before my eyes and I suppose I was watching the miracle of life.
Gimp takes a little bit of time to learn, especially if you've never used photoshop before, but once you get the hang of it, Gimp can do most of what PS can do. Have fun my dear sweet sexy blogger babe!
Defintely a miracle to witness. Aren't we lucky that we have the ability to recognize that miracle? :)
I've spent the last two hours testing every filter and gradient and brush I could click on. LOL
Yes, there will be learning...and learning is good.
Nitey nite hon.
Sweet dreams Aggie. I'll see you in . . . well, let me just leave it at sweet dreams. :-D
Glad to see you are having fun with Gimp.
To me it looks like a flower opening up to the world. A very beautiful image. I am still waiting for the eggs to hatch in that nest by my front door.
Anna, I was thinking of you when I posted this image and wondering if those eggs had hatched. Must be getting close and exciting. Thanks for the kind words, and I can very much see the flower opening to the sun in this one.
Beautiful image.
I see soft feathers, but not on a bird, but on a woman. Maybe something on a dancer at the Lido in Paris...
Oooh, Chicky, I like that view. I think I like that view very much. Is it getting a little warm in here or is it just me? :-D
wonderful! i saw eyes in flames. cherubim.
Such a beautiful image you have created assisted by the words! I'm stuck on 'Who among us does not hunger to be held', something I most often seem to deny is the truth, even to myself, yet truth there is plain as day.
In the end, we are all the same. :-)
Lovin' the quote, what a world that would be!
Excellent post.
Visiting your site has become part of my daily routine.
Nothing like coffee and a little Decadent Tranquility to start the day off right.
Thanks for all your good works.
Kel, thanks for those wonderful comments to start my day. I was very touched by your latest post on the fawn and look forward to hearing more of his/her return to the wild. What I like most about the picture is the look on your face, the look of sincere love and concern. Have a great weekend Kel. Always a pleasure to have you stop by.
Afternoon Sunshine. I really do believe truth is found in simplicity and that somehow we tend to want to make everything more complex than it is. Like my good friend George says, "Just keep lovin'." And of course, "Zing Tao Baby!"
Hope you in in the midst of a Saturday filled with love and acts of kindness. :-)
Carrie, thanks for stopping by and leaving a kind comment. I can see those eyes and I can see your's too. Beautiful eyes they are. Hope to see you around again. You are always welcome to stop by and join us in a little playful commentary. Peace.
Here via BE... that's an amazing picture, just beautiful. The quote too is thought provoking and beautiful. I've made a note of it for the future and I'll be back soon to read more.
Emma, thanks for stopping by and I do hope to see you again. Star Trek fans are very much welcomed here and if you go back just a few weeks you'll see a big part of this blog over the last seven months has been a sci-fi story inspired by the fractals and other images I create.
Thanks for the kind words. Have a great weekend Emma. :-)
I see a lotus flower.
Alexandra Pope. "A knight A pope interred..."
Who is Alexandra Pope, other than being Sir Issac Newton's friend?
Here you go Saffy:
Alexander Pope (21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744) is considered one of the greatest English poets of the eighteenth century.
Born in London to a Roman Catholic family in 1688, Pope was educated mostly at home, in part due to laws in force at the time upholding the status of the established Church of England. From early childhood he suffered numerous health problems, including Pott's disease (a form of tuberculosis affecting the spine) which deformed his body and stunted his growth, no doubt helping to end his life at the relatively young age of 56 in 1744. He never grew beyond 1.37m (4ft 6in).
Pope had been writing poetry since the age of 12 when his family moved to a small estate in Binfield in Berkshire. He sprang to fame with The Pastorals, first published in 1709, when he was twenty-one years old, although it had already been circulating in manuscript for several years. This was followed by An Essay on Criticism (1711), which was equally well received, although it incurred the wrath of the irascible critic John Dennis, the first of the many literary enmities which would play a such great role in Pope's life and writings. Windsor Forest (1713) is a topographical poem celebrating the "Tory Peace" at the end of the War of the Spanish Succession. Pope would remain staunchly loyal to the Tory party throughout his life. The Rape of the Lock (1712, revised 1714) is his most popular poem; it was followed by Eloisa to Abelard and Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady (1717); and several shorter works, of which perhaps the best are the epistles to Martha Blount. From 1715 to 1720, he worked on a translation of Homer's Iliad. Encouraged by the very favourable reception of this translation, Pope translated the Odyssey (1725–1726) with William Broome and Elijah Fenton. The commercial success of his translations made Pope the first English poet who could live off the sales of his work alone, "indebted to no prince or peer alive", as he put it. In this period Pope also brought out an edition of Shakespeare, which silently "regularised" his metre and rewrote his verse in several places. Lewis Theobald and other scholars attacked Pope's edition, incurring Pope's wrath and inspiring the first version of his satire The Dunciad (1728), the first of the moral and satiric poems of his last period. His other major poems of this period were Moral Essays (1731–1735), Imitations of Horace (1733–1738), the Epistle to Arbuthnot (1735), the Essay on Man (1734), and an expanded edition of the Dunciad (1742), in which Colley Cibber took Theobald's place as the 'hero'.
Pope directly addressed the major religious, political and intellectual problems of his time. He developed the heroic couplet beyond the achievement of any previous poet, and major poets after him used it less than those before, as he had decreased its usefulness for them.
Pope also wrote the famous epitaph for Sir Isaac Newton:
"Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night;
God said 'Let Newton be' and all was light."
to which Sir John Collings Squire later added the couplet
"It did not last: the devil, shouting 'Ho.
Let Einstein be' restored the status quo."
Pope had a friend and ally in Jonathan Swift. In about 1713, he formed the Scriblerus Club with Swift and other friends including John Gay.
Pope's works were once considered part of the mental furniture of the well-educated person. One edition of the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations includes no less than 212 quotations from Pope. Some, familiar even to those who may not know their source, are "A little learning is a dang'rous thing" (from the Essay on Criticism); "To err is human, to forgive, divine" (ibid.); "For fools rush in where angels fear to tread" (ibid); and "The proper study of mankind is man" (Essay on Man).
Pope dominated his age to an extent few writers before or since have matched. After his death, it was almost inevitable a reaction would set in against his poetry, especially with the first stirrings of Romanticism in the late eighteenth century. In An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope (1756 and 1782), Joseph Warton denied Pope was a "true poet", merely a "man of wit" and a "man of sense". In his Lives of the Poets Doctor Johnson countered: "...It is surely superfluous to answer the question that has once been asked, whether Pope was a poet, otherwise than by asking in return, if Pope be not a poet, where is poetry to be found?". But he was fighting a losing battle against changing taste. The Romantics had little time for Pope, with the notable exception of Lord Byron, who acclaimed him as “the great moral poet of all times, of all climes, of all feelings, and all stages of existence”. In the Victorian era, Matthew Arnold dismissed Pope and Dryden as "classics of our prose". The 19th century considered his diction artificial, his versification too regular, and his satires insufficiently humane. The third charge has been disputed by various 20th century critics including William Empson, and the first does not apply at all to his best work. That Pope was constrained by the demands of "acceptable" diction and prosody is undeniable, but Pope's example shows that great poetry could be written with these constraints.
A quote from Pope's Eloisa to Abelard (lines 206-210) was used in the 2004 film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and it goes as such:
"How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r fulfilled, and each wish resign'd...".
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