Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween: Scary Mirror Stories!


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.
Manchester, Vermont.

Pumpkin Field



“But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees”
C. S. Lewis

Friday, October 29, 2010

Pan with Us


Pan with Us

Robert Frost

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

Gathering Leaves: Robert Frost



Gathering Leaves 

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
Running away.
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?

Saturday, October 23, 2010

End of an Era


"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

Jennifer R. Bernard
Photography by Jennifer
http://www.Photography-by-Jennifer.com

Three Sovereigns for Sarah Meeting House


Three Sovereigns for Sarah (1986) 
Starring Vanessa Redgrave as Sarah Cloyce

"Meeting House"

Friday, October 22, 2010

Robert Frost's Cabin in Ripton, Vermont


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

Pumpkin: Sign of the Times



"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

1877


Work in progress, first attempt at "1877"

John Brown's Barn: North Elba, NY


"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

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Emily Dickinson: Autumn



XXVIII.

AUTUMN.

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.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Steamboat Ticonderoga 1906


Steamboat Ticonderoga built 1906


Located at the Shelburne Museum in Shelburne, Vermont as of 1955.

Declared a National Historic Landmark in 1964.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Garden Chair


"Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind." 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Monday, October 11, 2010

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Discovery


Every one of us has in him a continent of undiscovered character.  
Blessed is he who acts the Columbus to his own soul.  

Author Unknown

Friday, October 8, 2010

Wagon Wheel



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" Robert Frost



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.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Monday, October 4, 2010

Sophisticated Lady



"She seemed glad to see me when I appeared in the kitchen, 
and by watching her I began to think there was some skill involved in being a girl."  
Harper Lee
To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
Chapter 12

Friday, October 1, 2010

Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood, Robert Frost


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

.Robert Frost