Saturday, July 4, 2009

Thursday in the Park with Katiebird

And Happy 4th of July to all who celebrate it.

Photos taken July 2, 2009 at Eagle Creek Park, Indianapolis
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Friday, July 3, 2009

Got Weed?

Or since there's nothing about these plants I find to be troublesome, unattractive, or unwanted, maybe I should call them unweeds.

Taken June 29, 2009.

Taken June 21, 2009

Taken June 22, 2009.
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Thursday, July 2, 2009

Picture Windows

Taken June 25, 2009

Taken June 28, 2009.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Summer Sunset

Once the trees leaf out, that's about it for seeing sunsets. So it's really a special joy when a sunset manages to rise above its limitations ... and the trees.

Taken June 26, 2009.

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Winning Streaks

Taken June 23, 2009.

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Monday, June 29, 2009

Would you like some cute with that Monday?

Taken June 26, 2009.

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

The flower named by the poem.

Black-Eyed Susan
John Gay

ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
   The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed Susan came aboard;
   ‘O! where shall I my true-love find?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true
If my sweet William sails among the crew.’

William, who high upon the yard
   Rock’d with the billow to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard
   He sigh’d, and cast his eyes below:
The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high poised in air,
   Shuts close his pinions to his breast
If chance his mate’s shrill call he hear,
   And drops at once into her nest:—
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William’s lip those kisses sweet.

‘O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
   My vows shall ever true remain;
Let me kiss off that falling tear;
   We only part to meet again.
Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

‘Believe not what the landmen say
   Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind:
They’ll tell thee, sailors, when away,
   In every port a mistress find:
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For Thou art present wheresoe’er I go.

‘If to fair India’s coast we sail,
   Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Afric’s spicy gale,
   Thy skin is ivory so white.
Thus every beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.

‘Though battle call me from thy arms
   Let not my pretty Susan mourn;
Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms
   William shall to his Dear return.
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan’s eye:

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
   The sails their swelling bosom spread,
No longer must she stay aboard;
   They kiss’d, she sigh’d, he hung his head.
Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land;
   ‘Adieu!’ she cries; and waved her lily hand.