Monday, December 5, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
|WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,|
|And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,|
|And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,|
|And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;|
|O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,||5|
|With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,|
|As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,|
|When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.|
James Whitcomb Riley
We were all surprised with rare October Snow last night. Snow for Halloween!!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
“Our lives at times seem a study in contrast... love & hate, birth & death, right & wrong... everything seen in absolutes of black & white. Too often we are not aware that it is the shades of grey that add depth & meaning to the starkness of those extremes.”
Saturday, September 17, 2011
“The Summer hath his joys, / And Winter his delights. / Though Love and all his pleasures are but toys, / They shorten tedious nights.”
Seaside Heights, NJ
Friday, September 2, 2011
- The mushroom is the elf of plants,
- At evening it is not;
- At morning in a truffled hut
- It stops upon a spot
- As if it tarried always;
- And yet its whole career
- Is shorter than a snake's delay,
- And fleeter than a tare.
- 'Tis vegetation's juggler,
- The germ of alibi;
- Doth like a bubble antedate,
- And like a bubble hie.
- I feel as if the grass were pleased
- To have it intermit;
- The surreptitious scion
- Of summer's circumspect.
- Had nature any outcast face,
- Could she a son condemn,
- Had nature an Iscariot,
That mushroom,--it is him.
- Emily Dickinson
- Manchester, NJ
Sunday, August 21, 2011
“He who knows no hardships will know no hardihood. He who faces no calamity will need no courage. Mysterious though it is, the characteristics in human nature which we love best grow in a soil with a strong mixture of troubles.”
Harry Emerson Fosdick
Freehold Fin Fur and Feather Club grounds
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
“Evolution made civilization steward of this planet. A hundred thousand years later, the steward stood before evolution not helper but destroyer, not healer but parasite. So evolution withdrew its gift, passed civilization by, rescued the planet from intelligence and handed it to love.”
Congo Gorilla experience
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
“Okay. Listen up, people.
It gets better. You being here makes this world a more blessed place. There’s art to be made. And there are songs to be sung. There’s so much to learn about yourself. There are sexy people to make out with. Yeah.
There’s joy coming for you. So stay with us. It gets better.”
17th St. New York, NY
Monday, June 13, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
The best thing for being sad," replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake in the middle of the night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world around you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting."
Merlin, at the New Jersey Renaissance Festival
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
“O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”
This was taken in my back yard in Manchester, NJ
Saturday, March 19, 2011
“A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred. "Which wolf will win, grandfather?" asks the young boy. "Whichever one I feed," is the reply.”
Native American Proverb
Jackson, NJ Howling Woods Wolf rescue
Saturday, March 12, 2011
"A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is.”
Pine Lake, Manchester, NJ
Thursday, February 24, 2011
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love!
Out my kitchen window. This looks like a kiss but it was actually a bite and the bully squirrel chased the other one away.