Satisfaction…

Curiosity killed the Cat, but Satisfaction brought it back. “Curiosity killed the cat” is a metaphor used to warn of the dangers of unnecessary investigation or experimentation. A less frequently seen rejoinder to “curiosity killed the cat” is “but, satisfaction … Continue reading

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Mandarin

Mandarin

I’m trying to ID this Duck I think it’s a Mandarin Male in what they call Eclipse Plumage? Can any of you lovely people confirm or set me on the right path or pond better yet?

Seen in Arundel by the stream leading to the pond

Thank you either way & happy week-end! xx

“Mandarin ducks in Britain are the descendants of captive-bred ducks which escaped or were deliberately released. Mandarins are one of the few duck species which are not hunted for food – apparently they taste really bad!”… more

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A very helpful survival quality think we Duck Lover!

I wish more Ducks & Geese tasted bad to the human palate.

Sunburst

Sunburst, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

On a hill in Harting.

I’m also on facebook please come visit & like me at MsheArt2 Photography .
Thank you in advance & Happy (Blue) Monday, & Martin Luther King day, flickr! xx♥

“In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends”.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

As you like: Autumn in Winter

“ I’ll take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness”

~ E.E. Cummings

The Sun breaking through the clouds recreates Autumn in Winter.
Baffins Pond, England

“She was an Auburn tree in lemon skies.”

"She was an Auburn tree in lemon skies."
Originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

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“Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”
~ Shel Silverstein

“anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain”

― E.E. Cummings

YES on 522 Phone Bank

Mia:

A veer away from visual matters & photography to food matters food for thought.

In 2010,  our President Obama’s choice of cabinet members, was perplexing given his statements
I felt I knew where it would lead us, & sadly it has led us here we have to plead to get genetically modified food and produce labeled.

Please, please HELP us say YES on 522 or it’s going to happen again people, just like California’s prop 37.
Corporate giants are trying to squash OUR right to know via labels, if we don’t do something 522 will be defeated by the likes of Monsanto, Dow, Dupont, 3M, Clorox,
(seriously now, the new owners of Burt’s Bees) General Mills, Kelloggs, Pepsi Co. Coke a Cola, Unilever, McDonald’s on & on, don’t let them win.
We the people of the US will not know, we will not have labels, what the EU and other parts of the world already have we will lose the right to, the right to KNOW!

If genetically engineered organisms are safe lets Label them, that is all we ask.

 

In the interim please join us in asking President Obama to do what he said, label gmo foods and produce.

 

Thanks for your time & good luck to us all.

XO

 

 

Originally posted on The Deeper Side Blog by Gurdeep Stephens:

People who want to help support Washington’s Labelling campaign… I have good news!

You can!

From anywhere in the world even in Canada.  I’m not talking financially (although that would be appreciated go to yeson522.com so that they can fund their ads). I’m talking with your time and your wonderful God-Given Gift of the Gab!  That handful of big multinational corporations are spreading lies and waging a deceitful campaign just like they did last year in California.  In Washington however, many of these corporate donors tried to hide their identity.  They were slapped by a lawsuit by none other than Washington State’s Attorney General to get them to comply with campaign rules.

Those monster multinational corporations who oppose the measure say that “labelling is incomplete”.  That it’s not useful given that over half the food sold wouldn’t be covered.  Don’t be fooled by them – they would oppose labelling on…

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At the sally port

At the sally port, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.”
~ William Shakespeare

☛ Best view is large

One

One, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

“A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes.
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it’s left me blind.

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.
You left me in the dark.
No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight.
In the shadow of your heart.

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat.
I tried to find the sound.
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became.

I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map.
And knew that somehow I could find my way back.
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too.
So I stayed in the darkness with you.”

• Florence Welch”

I like this place…

I like this place...
I like this place… Originally uploaded by M’sheArt2

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”
~  William Shakespeare

Through the glass…

Through the glass...Originally uploaded by M’sheArt2

Another rainy, very windy Sunday in Southern England  that’s no to say farewell to  Summer.

“I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.”
~ Lauren Myracle

Henry’s Shell

Henry's Shell

Originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

Posted for the Macro Monday group; the theme this week is shell.
Happy Monday. xx


I
‘ll leave you with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem

The Sea Diver

My way is on the bright blue sea,

 My sleep upon its rocking tide;
And many an eye has followed me
 Where billows clasp the worn seaside.

My plumage bears the crimson blush,
 When ocean by the sun is kissed!
When fades the evening’s purple flush,
 My dark wing cleaves the silver mist.

Full many a fathom down beneath
 The bright arch of the splendid deep
My ear has heard the sea-shell breathe
 O’er living myriads in their sleep.

They rested by the coral throne,
 And by the pearly diadem;
Where the pale sea-grape had o’ergrown
 The glorious dwellings made for them.

At night upon my storm-drench’d wing,
 I poised above a helmless bark,
And soon I saw the shattered thing
 Had passed away and left no mark.

And when the wind and storm were done,
 a ship, that had rode out the gale,
Sunk down, without a signal-gun,
 And none was left to tell the tale.

I saw the pomp of day depart–
 The cloud resign its golden crown,
When to the ocean’s beating heart
 The sailor’s wasted corse went down.

Peace be to those whose graves are made
 Beneath the bright and silver sea!
Peace – that their relics there were laid
With no vain pride and pageantry.

Moon☾❍

62 º of a Frosty MoonBut rather brings an added lightthere's a m❍❍n ❍ut t❍night, wh❍a-❍h-❍h ❍❍❍November's waxing (giant;) Moon"Whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.." April's Pink Moon✈ me 2 the ☽ .... ♬
Moon and frost of the morning's lightI'm not in love it's just a silly phase I'm g◑ing thr◑ugh..Like the circles that you findThe moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.oOo Selena .. how I wish I could..A silver goddess; a reflection a mirage, a recollection..
Jack frost and Selena...Lacy by the light of the Wolf MoonFull Wolf  ❍ ~December's full moon on the rise..Waxing MoonThink pink ..In this balancing act of life, hope abides
Flower Moon of MayFlower MoonMoody Moon ❤ Dedicated to my Mom!Moody MoonMoonshine through the PalmsMoon river..

☾❍ Moon, a set on Flickr.

Photographs © M’sheArt2 PhotoGraphy.  All rights reserved. 2007- 2013

Sonnet of the Moon

Look how the pale Queen of the silent night doth cause the ocean to attend..

“May the sun
bring you new energy by day
May the moon
softly restore you by night
May the rain
wash away your worries
May the breeze
blow new strength into your being
May you walk
gently through the world and know
its beauty all the days of your life.”
— Apache Blessing

edited to add this Evolution of the Moon video from Nasa Youtube page.

May has come …

Repose...
Originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

“The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.”

– Sara Teasdale, May

… In the sunlight

 

… In the sunlight, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

“Plants exist in the weather and light rays that surround them – waving in the wind, shimmering in the sunlight.

I am always puzzling over how to draw such things.

“Hayao Miyazaki

Wishing you a bright & tuneful coming out…

Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.

~Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

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Heart Art – The Artist is Present

“The Artist is Present”  by Marina Abramović @ MoMA
 
 
 
A picture is worth a thousand words this video more, watch and be touched…

Thanks to MiticoMazz for sharing this video on youtube.

Thanks to Rosanna M  for sharing this on facebook.

“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.”
― William Shakespeare

A Portrait

❥ Οικογένεια Ευφραιμιδis

Original Photographer unknown, c. 1956.

A photograph of a photograph from a restored copy  Mom & Dad

had made & hangs in their foyer.

“Life is but a day:

A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way
From a trees summit”

~ John Keats

“I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door”

~ J.R.R. Tolkien

 When I was a child,  God  was the bearded Man you taught me & they taught you,  But now I know my own mind and this; God  will always be you  Mom & Dad.

♥ Thank you, Dad and Mom for everything ♥

xox

In our hearts, memories and in our cells. be afraid no more of the dogma that created both sin and fear, that helped to create the Man that locked you into the dark…

Rest in peace, light & love, Dad.

“To terrify children with the image of hell,

to consider women an inferior creation—

is that good for the world?” 

~  Christopher Hitchens

You’re the one for me, Fatty

Fatty, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

Our little visitor, (nicknamed Fatty because he’s much heftier than
the very skinny black cat that visits, feeds & splits) Fatty comes for more than food, he loves to nuzzle, sit on laps.
He is very affectionate, & a nap on the armchair, a respite from the great outdoors.
He came today with a cut on his head and shoulder…
I don’t know what happened but I hate it that he’s left to roam, he deserves so much better.
He’s without a collar, the UK doesn’t require tags or a license, cats are free agents.

I want to follow him home to see if he actually has one, but I suck at climbing walls, & the roofs of sheds.

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Tough to crack.

Tough to crack., originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

““Bricks are independent but can work well with other, tough to crack, fiercely loyal and put in the right spot will hold anything and everything that you’ve ever held dear with the greatest of ease.”― Nicole McKay, A bit of rubbish about a Brick and a Blanket”

 

 

Lightly

Lightly, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house.

You’d never know it was here.

Or any of the other places down the avenue.

I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t

meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal.

Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself.

Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land.

The fog and the sea seemed part of each other.

It was like walking on the bottom of the sea.

As if I had drowned long ago.

As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea.

It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”

― Eugene O’Neill

Tufted Titmouse

Tufted Titmouse, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

I’ve played Tufted Titmouse sounds & calls for weeks I’m not sure it’s the reason but they finally did arrive last week, it’s so nice to have them along with the Chickadees and the White-breasted Nuthatchs, Northern Cardinal, BlueJays {which we throw whole peanuts to}, they’re much to shy it seems… finally more than the Eurasian Sparrow.

Seen here Tufty hip hopping along the wire to the table feeder.

All rights reserved © M’sheArt2 PhotoGraphy 2012

Black-Capped Chickadee Babe in for the noshing

Mom just above out of view cracking open a seed ( on the wrought iron) she flew to a tree he followed right behind where he was fed. They’re so sweet!

Remains

Remains, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

A stop on the way from the airport despite the Captains gloom weather report the light & day was amazing … my first morning in England.

Inner

Inner, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes.
Frank Lloyd Wright

Through a hotel (restaurant) window at night in Portsmouth, England… the mood was exceptionally lovely.

Happy Wednesday everyone. x❤x

“I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: “Why do they make good neighbours?”

SOMETHING there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

Robert Frost

I love Frost but it’s still raining☂

Hours ⌛ in the City 

Hours ⌛  NYC

A big thank you to Bill Champitto for the use of his lovely song Circles from the album Water’s Edge.

To hear more of Bill Champitto’s music please visit; http://billchampitto.com/downloads.html

big bokies

big bokies, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

Cowgirls like it @ 102º

Cowgirls like it @ 102º, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

 Life is a beach. .. Actually it’s a total bitch for some of us, all of us at different times perhaps.  Amy knew ♪ may she rip.

Abronia Latifolia, Abronia Maritima, Abronia Umbellata, Abronia Villosa, Abscise, Abscission, Abutilon Theophrasti, Acacia Catechu, Acacia Dealbata, Acacia Farnesiana, Acacia… What is it!?

I don’t remember what this plant / flower is do you happen to know?

Candy is dandy but…

I’d take tulips.
Candy is dandy but…, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.
“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?”
— Oscar Wilde
Happy Birthday Natalie, I hope you’ve all of the above…

Video – Slaughter cruelty shocks animal campaigners – The Age

Video – Slaughter cruelty shocks animal campaigners – The Age.

Bloody brutalized, how can anyone do this to Cows, born and breed to sustain us, with their flesh, and milk, how can humans do this to a helpless animal, why do we not respect the very life that feed us!

How can someone look in those eyes and do what these people do! How can we call people like this human, how can someone do this and cradle a child, make love, be a loving human, imo they can’t.

How very sad and tragic live can be for some at the hands of Mankind, such a misnomer.

I ask you, Please...

Photo by Andy~B © 2010 All rights reserved.

Thanks  RSPCA for sharing the slaughter conditions in Indonesia, which has prompted calls for a ban on live exports.

Read more: http://www.theage.com.au/environment/animals/jakarta-calls-for-calm-in-cattle-row-20110531-1fe3z.html#ixzz1NurwIam1

There are things unknown…

There are things unknown... originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

“There are things known

and there are things unknown

and in between are the doors.”

— Jim Morrison (Letters From Joe)

Does anyone happen to know what the name of this house plant is?

I’d be very appreciative to know what this spindly, long leafed I can’t say if I can call them leafs:) plant is that bears these large and gorgeous pink flowers, if you know please enlighten me, thanks! ‘~]))

To reiterate this is in the Cactaceae family, it’s an Epiphyllum cactus, ( I was thinking a succulent, wrong!)

Thank you Andy for identifying this for me!

Tell…

Tell...
Tell…, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

Life

LET me but live my life from year to year,

With forward face and unreluctant soul;

Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;

Not mourning for the things that disappear

In the dim past, nor holding back in fear

From what the future veils; but with a whole

And happy heart, that pays its toll

To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down,

O’er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:

Still seeking what I sought when but a boy,

New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,

My heart will keep the courage of the quest,

And hope the road’s last turn will be the best.

Henry Van Dyke

“I can resist everything except temptation.”

"I can resist everything except temptation."

The Tulip Bed

The May sun–whom
all things imitate–
that glues small leaves to
the wooden trees
shone from the sky
through bluegauze clouds
upon the ground.
Under the leafy trees
where the suburban streets
lay crossed,
with houses on each corner,
tangled shadows had begun
to join
the roadway and the lawns.
With excellent precision
the tulip bed
inside the iron fence
upreared its gaudy
yellow, white and red,
rimmed round with grass,
reposedly.

William Carlos Williams

Happy Birthday to me!