Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Apr. 13th – Apr. 20th)

Saturday was a beautiful day! Sunny and warm. I took my bike out for a spin for the first time this year and took some pictures. Here are the results of my exploits. Enjoy!

April 13th: Book Exchange (Urbana, IL)

April 13th: Book Exchange (Urbana, IL)

April 14th: Pretty house (Urbana, IL)

April 14th: Pretty house (Urbana, IL)

April 15th: Chinese Goose Bridge (Urbana, IL)

April 15th: Chinese Goose Bridge (Urbana, IL)

April 16th: Big Wires (Urbana, IL)

April 16th: Big Wires (Urbana, IL)

April 17th: Steel Sculpture (Urbana, IL)

April 17th: Steel Sculpture (Urbana, IL)

April 18th: University Building (Urbana, IL)

April 18th: University Building (Urbana, IL)

April 19th: Fountain (Urbana, IL)

April 19th: Fountain (Urbana, IL)

April 20th: Gooey Sculptures (Urbana, IL)

April 20th: Gooey Sculptures (Urbana, IL)

365 Photo Journey

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Black Pudding

Currently, I’m reading All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque. It’s a really great novel. It’s heartbreaking and bleak, and it conveys the horrors of WWI, and indeed, war in general, to the modern reader. There are many beautifully written passages, some of which I will reproduce here in my blog.

At any rate, at one point during the story, two German recruits beat up their boot camp sergeant, who was an unfair mean bastard, before heading off to the front. One of the recruits exclaims savagely after the beating, “Revenge is black pudding.”

Black Pudding

Black Pudding

The other recruit doesn’t know what that means. Black pudding is another name for blood sausage, which is made by cooking blood and filler long enough so that it congeals when cooled. What he meant by that was that revenge tastes good. There was no turning the other cheek in this character’s heart, that’s for sure.

I like the phrase.

And now for some quotes:

Outside the door I am aware of the darkness and the wind as a deliverance. I breathe as deep as I can, and feel the breeze in my face, warm and soft as never before. Thoughts of girls, of flowery meadows, of white clouds suddenly come into my head. My feet begin to move forward in my boots, I go quicker, I run. Soldiers pass by me, I hear their voices without understanding. The earth is streaming with forces which pour into me through the soles of my feet. The night crackles electrically, the front thunders like a concert of drums. My limbs move supplely, I feel my joints strong, I breathe the air deeply. The night lives, I live. I feel a hunger, greater than comes from the belly alone.

One more:

We march up, moody or good-tempered soldiers–we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.

All Quiet on the Western Front

All Quiet on the Western Front


Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Apr. 6th – Apr. 12th)

Hello, dear readers! Despite a glorious weekend weather-wise, and plenty of opportunities for picture taking, I simply came up a bit short. Consequently, I pulled out a few pics from the bin to fill out the week. Enjoy!

April 12th: Church in the rock

April 12th: Church in the rock (Sedona, AZ)

April 11th: Tightening the corset

April 11th: Tightening the corset (Sedona, AZ)

April 10th: Spring tree turning green

April 10th: Spring tree turning green (Urbana, IL)

April 9th: Tulip tree

April 9th: Tulip tree (near the Indianapolis Zoo)

April 8th: Naked woman watching over a prairie (Urbana, IL)

April 8th: Naked woman watching over a prairie (Urbana, IL)

April 7th: Furry Caterpillar

April 7th: Furry Caterpillar (Indianapolis Museum of Art)

April 6th: Indiana War Memorial

April 6th: Inside the Indiana War Memorial

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The Turkish Lady

Thomas Campbell (b. July 27th, 1777 d. June 15, 1844) was a Scottish poet. A line from his poem, The Turkish Lady, is quoted in Jane Eyre (Chapter 8 of Book Two). I rather like the poem, so I thought I’d reproduce it here.

‘Twas the hour when rites unholy
  Called each Paynim voice to prayer,
And the star that faded slowly
  Left to dews the freshened air.

Day her sultry fires had wasted,
  Calm and sweet the moonlight rose;
Ev’n a captive spirit tasted
  Half oblivion of his woes.

Then ’twas from an Emir’s palace
  Came an Eastern lady bright:
She, in spite of tyrants jealous,
  Saw and loved an English knight.

“Tell me, captive, why in anguish
  Foes have dragged thee here to dwell,
Where poor Christians as they languish
  Hear no sound of Sabbath bell ?”—

“’Twas on Transylvania’s Bannat,
  When the Crescent shone afar,
Like a pale disastrous planet
  O’er the purple tide of war—

In that day of desolation,
  Lady, I was captive made;
Bleeding for my Christian nation
  By the walls of high Belgrade.”

“Captive! could the brightest jewel
  From my turban set thee free?”
“Lady, no!—the gift were cruel,
  Ransomed, yet if reft of thee.

Say, fair princess! would it grieve thee
  Christian climes should we behold?”—
“Nay, bold knight! I would not leave thee
  Were thy ransom paid in gold!”

Now in Heaven’s blue expansion
  Rose the midnight star to view,
When to quit her father’s mansion
  Thrice she wept, and bade adieu!

“Fly we then, while none discover!
  Tyrant barks, in vain ye ride!”—
Soon at Rhodes the British lover
  Clasped his blooming Eastern bride.


Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Mar. 30th – Apr. 5th)

Hello, dear readers! Well, Spring is truly underway, is it not? Warm weather and sunshine abound! O the joy. Here are some random shots for your viewing pleasure.

April 5th: Flowers.

April 5th: Flowers.

April 4th: Doxology Street.

April 4th: Doxology Street.

April 3rd: My Easter Basket.

April 3rd: My Easter Basket.

April 2nd: 4H Rabbit Agility.

April 2nd: 4H Rabbit Agility.

April 1st: Painting in Art Gallery in Urbana.

April 1st: Painting in Art Gallery in Urbana.

April 1st: Art Gallery in Urbana.

April 1st: Art Gallery in Urbana.

March 31st: Smoochie bares it all.

March 31st: Smoochie bares it all.

March 31st: Budding tree.

March 31st: Budding tree.

March 30th: Painting and items in my pockets.

March 30th: Painting and items in my pockets.

March 30th: The Last Chapter of Jane Eyre.

March 30th: The Last Chapter of Jane Eyre.

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Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Mar. 22nd – Mar. 29th)

Hello, dear readers. Despite it being officially spring, the weather hasn’t followed suit. As a result, I haven’t been able to get out much. Nevertheless, I was able to manage a few shots. Enjoy!

March 22nd: Kitty drinks water from the water pot.

March 22nd: Kitty drinks water from the water pot.

March 23rd: Neon wall at night (Urbana, IL).

March 23rd: Neon wall at night (Urbana, IL).

March 24th: Neon wall at night (Urbana, IL).

March 24th: Neon wall at night (Urbana, IL).

March 25th: Pancakes and bacon.

March 25th: Pancakes and bacon.

March 26th: Mismatched socks.

March 26th: Mismatched socks.

March 27th: Unhappy wood sculpture.

March 27th: Unhappy wood sculpture.

March 28th: Mouser sleeping under a tree.

March 28th: Mouser sleeping under a tree.

March 29th: Strange creature painting.

March 29th: Strange creature painting.

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Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Mar. 16th – Mar. 21st)

Hello, dear readers. Please enjoy this fresh round of pictures. Spring is here!

March 21st: Comics.

March 21st: Comics.

March 20th: Courthouse.

March 20th: Courthouse.

March 19th: Bicycle store.

March 19th: Bicycle store.

March 18th: Used bookstore.

March 18th: Used bookstore.

March 17th: Used books and gauges.

March 17th: Used books and gauges.

March 16th: Mouse is haunted by the demons in her mind.

March 16th: Mouse is haunted by the demons in her mind.

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Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Mar. 6th – Mar. 15th)

Did you think I forgot to post more pictures? If so, you were wrong! Here is yet another rather large installment to my continuing 2015 photo journey. Enjoy!

March 6th: Magnets on the fridge.

March 6th: Magnets on the fridge.

March 7th: Happy Sun

March 7th: Happy Sun

March 8th: Monument (Miller Park, Bloomington, IL).

March 8th: Monument (Miller Park, Bloomington, IL).

March 9th: WWI Gun.

March 9th: WWI Gun.

March 10th: Turtles.

March 10th: Turtles.

March 11th. Painter (Urbana, IL).

March 11th. Painter (Urbana, IL).

March 12th. Painter (Urbana, IL).

March 12th. Painter (Urbana, IL).

March 13th: Fog.

March 13th: Fog.

March 14th: Hammers.

March 14th: Hammers.

March 15th: Library Books.

March 15th: Library Books.

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Old Man

I want to see what you see, old man.
A white like milk through frosted glass.
Where does God lead you?

There’s no fear in your eyes,
But resignation.
Not despair,
But wounded sadness.

You were born wounded, old man.
You set foot into the wound, lightly over vapor,
With your walking stick,
Searching tops of mountains
For your healer.

Old Man

Old Man


Spring

Snow melts in giant gunpowder mountains,
Unevenly arrayed trumpets of—
A locket from which summer will—
spring.

I’ll swear not
To drop it.
But I will.
And it’ll fall
And I’ll try
To catch it.

But the golden locks of summer
Will pass between my fingers
And I’ll be left holding
A past half-lived
And half-remembered.

Snow

Snow