Sliding past winter to spring. The pleasure present and the pleasure soon to come.
Sliding past winter to spring. The pleasure present and the pleasure soon to come.
Oscar Hammerstein II, said that in the 1950s when he wrote the lyrics for the musical, The Sound of Music.
The title song has these simple lyrics. “The hills are alive.” Think about it. The hills are alive…with what?
He wrote, “with the sound of music.”
No, not the music written by Richard Rodgers…but their own music. “The songs they have sung for thousands of years.”
Think about that because that is what anyone can feel when they visit these hills. These hills are alive with the sound of music. These hills will let you ride on the sound of their music. It is real.
And Hammerstein finished with:
“I go to the hills when my heart is lonely,
I know I will hear what I’ve heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I´ll sing once more.”
Happy New Year, all. 🙂
The snow hasn’t fallen in the valley yet this year, so all I can do is…
…and humans.
Please remind me–the humans are powerful enough to have done what to this earth?
Fear, uncertainty and dread…all built upon imagined human hubris.
Just take care of your stuff. That should be what humans do. That’s what I see in the above photo where humans have been living for at least a millennium.
This is a bit of a change. But most of my posts are about real life, so I guess this fits in.
All I see in this photo is an attempt at ‘cross-cultural integration’. Is that sad or is that just a practical fact of life?
Do any of you have experience with signs like this?
If so, in public or in your home?
Do any of you wonder why this sign was put up?
Do any of you wonder what happens if this sign isn’t put up?
Caption?
Oh heck, forget it. I’ve been living in foreign countries too long. I’ve forgotten what is culturally right or culturally wrong.
Happy holidays to all. I’m going out for a walk, maybe an adventure.
Eryngium alpinum—the queens in our Alpine neighborhood.
…yeah, I got them with this snow all around me. 12Nov2016.
Fall is slipping through my fingers,
As has summer…
Dancing clouds—I’m stuck on that metaphor.
I’ve lived on many continents, in many climates but only in this region have I felt—joyous, dancing clouds. Only here have I seen the clouds emerge from the earth.
Yesterday I watched clouds emerge from the earth, become dancing players in the sky and then dissolve before my eyes. Over and over. Great pleasure indeed I had.
For dedicated cloud watchers, I have, in this region, learned to distinguish between watching the dance and participating in the dance. Yesterday I watched.
Here are some of the players arriving for the dance–look carefully–each has its own style:
I’m stuck in that metaphor; and I don’t mind. It is a simple pleasure.