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#PictureOfTheDay and #writingprompt: 08/Nov/21
A lovely brook and poem from Stuart. Please stop by his blog to see more of his fantastic photography. 🙂
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence.
High Flight by John Gillespie Magee
Magee (1922-41) fought and died in the Second World War; he was half-American, born in China, and served in the Royal Canadian Air Force. Magee wrote ‘High Flight’, a sonnet, about the exhilarating experience of flying through the air in a fighter-plane. Magee was killed in an accidental mid-air collision over England in 1941; his poem gained a new lease on life when then President Ronald Reagan quoted from it following the Challenger disaster in 1986.
This photo reminded me of Robert Frost’s most famous poem:
The Road not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, 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.
I hope you are enjoying your path. 🙂
There’s nothing like an ocean to calm or soothe …
… unless it’s showing its stormier characteristics.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
– William Shakespeare
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of
thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
~ John Donne
Photos of Howe Sound, British Columbia
See the sea plant.
See the sand on the sea plant.
See the surf wash the sandy sea plant away.
Such is the soul of the sea.
Mother of fiery pearl and graceful shark
The pounding logs and grinding stones
Of life millenial
Arctic heat drives you
Breath of the world
As cables and leaves entwine us in brine and sand
The assassin, the mid-wife
You are all things at once and never.
From you I have been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Another view of Vancouver Island
Sonnet 98 ~ William Shakespeare
Happy Spring, everyone. 🙂
Sometimes we have shadows. They help us stay cool or they lead to the light.
Sometimes we have shadows. They sit in our hearts or they lead to the night.