Sunday, October 31, 2010
Halloween offers a number of scary mirror stories.
Just "do not say it!"
For each of the scary movies has the "name to speak" over and over again!
Safe and Happy Halloween this 2010.
This mirror Abraham Lincoln's sons mirror Robert Todd Lincoln at Hildene House.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Pan with Us
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray of the moss of walls were they,-- And stood in the sun and looked his fill At wooded valley and wooded hill. He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand, On a height of naked pasture land; In all the country he did command He saw no smoke and he saw no roof. That was well! and he stamped a hoof. His heart knew peace, for none came here To this lean feeding save once a year Someone to salt the half-wild steer, Or homespun children with clicking pails Who see so little they tell no tales. He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach A new-world song, far out of reach, For sylvan sign that the blue jay's screech And the whimper of hawks beside the sun Were music enough for him, for one. Times were changed from what they were: Such pipes kept less of power to stir The fruited bough of the juniper And the fragile bluets clustered there Than the merest aimless breath of air. They were pipes of pagan mirth, And the world had found new terms of worth. He laid him down on the sun-burned earth And raveled a flower and looked away-- Play? Play?--What should he play?
Monday, October 25, 2010
by Robert Frost
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
"Louisa May Alcott"
Camera responsible for one of my favorite photographs has decided to "move on today."
Fingers crossed as I am challenged to working with a film camera purchased today from a kind, generous, photographer friend in full honestly knows my pain.
My favorite camera will be shelved.
Jennifer R. Bernard
Photography by Jennifer
Friday, October 22, 2010
Robert Frost's Cabin outside Milddlebury, Vermont in the town of Ripton, VT.
Summer home to Robert Frost from 1939 to 1963 where he wrote in the summer and fall months while at Middlebury's Bread Loaf Campus home of Bread Loaf School of English and the Bread Loaf Writers Conference.
The Robert Frost Farm is a National Historic Landmark owned by Middlebury College.
Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Thursday, October 21, 2010
"O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away."
- Robert Frost, October
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
"I, John Brown, am quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think, vainly flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done,"--was soon to be realized in the Civil War.
December 2, 1859
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Ferris Wheel at High Noon
The Ferris Wheel was introduced in 1893 in Chicago at the World's Colombian Exposition.
The Ferris Wheel was introduced to revival the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
Emily Dickinson's home located in Amherst, MA.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
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Friday, October 8, 2010
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues,
who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed.
Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
A LATE WALK
by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
- HEN I go up through the mowing field,
- The headless aftermath,
- Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
- Half closes the garden path.
- And when I come to the garden ground,
- The whir of sober birds
- Up from the tangle of withered weeds
- Is sadder than any words.
- A tree beside the wall stands bare,
- But a leaf that lingered brown,
- Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
- Comes softly rattling down.
- I end not far from my going forth
- By picking the faded blue
- Of the last remaining aster flower
- To carry again to you.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
“Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas.