Saturday, May 23, 2009

Saturday Meditation II

Sprawl inside or sprawl outside?

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Friday, May 22, 2009

It's all Downhill to Saturday

so just keep rolling along and you'll get there.

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

The Roads Taken

Well paths and not in a yellow wood and maybe not less traveled but they still make all the difference to me.

Taken May 17, 2009.

Taken May 12, 2009

Taken July 5, 2008.
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Nothing Succeeds Like Succession

One of our favorite creek valleys provides a lovely illustration of forest succession*. It's not as far in recovery from being clearcut as other parts of the forest, possibly because it was cleared later or because the braided stream washes away young trees before they are firmly rooted or both.

Taken May 9, 2009.

When we first moved here, the edge of the woods was a good way back and most of the trees on the valley floor weren't much thicker than my wrist.

Taken 10, 2009

Taken May 9, 2009.
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* I was hoping to find something specifically on Indiana but didn't so here's a rather nice write-up about forest succession in Maine.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Gone Swimming

The camp spiffed up the kids swimming area and gave me a brand new photo op. Such thoughtful folks.

New: Taken May 16, 2009.

I like taking photos of this area of the lake because the water often takes on a wonderfully smooth glassy look.

Old: Taken November 1, 2008

Old: Taken July 29, 2006.
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Monday, May 18, 2009

Things Are Looking Up

Yeah I know, it's really "Looking up At Things" but I thought a little Monday morning optimism would be appreciated.

Taken May 12, 2009.

Taken May 9, 2009

Taken May 7, 2009.
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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

Blend in or be blended. - an old Toadish proverb

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Macbeth

A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Second Witch: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch: Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch: Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch: Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch: Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.