Seaside Heights Forever!

“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.”

 

A William Shakespeare quote for Seaside? Yes, that is what made Seaside wonderful, all the irony and contrasts.

Summer2012 Seaside Heights

Gazing

“A thoroughly beautiful woman and a thoroughly homely woman are creations which I love to gaze upon, and which I cannot tire of gazing upon, for each is perfect in her own line”

Mark Twain

Bayville, NJ

Creativity

Above all, we are coming to understand that the arts incarnate the creativity of a free people. When the creative impulse cannot flourish, when it cannot freely select its methods and objects, when it is deprived of spontaneity, then society severs the root of art.

J.F.K

Rt. 70 Manchester

just before the cranberry bogs begin, somebody turned this cut tree into art!

Unfolding

“Two persons love in one another the future good which they aid one another to unfold.”

Margaret Fuller

Pemberton, NJ

Pine Barrens

Life from Death

“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?” 

Edgar Allan Poe 

Lake Horicon, Lakehurst, NJ

 

Tamed

“Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

from the Little Prince 

Island Beach State Park, New Jersey

Frost on the Punkin

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

Manchester, NJ

We were all surprised with rare October Snow last night. Snow for Halloween!!

Tiny World

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

Mystery

“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

 

Bubbles

"The world 's a bubble, and the life of man less than a span.”

Francis Bacon

Howell, NJ

Friends

"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.”

Jim Morrison 

Pine Lake, Manchester, NJ

Love Hurts!

“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!

Neil Gaiman

Out my kitchen window. This looks like a kiss but it was actually a bite and the bully squirrel chased the other one away.

The Rose

“Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.”

Sri Sathya Sai Baba 

Lebanon State Forest.

I was walking around a lake inside the forest and this silk rose was leaning against this tree. 

Very strange. Maybe a memorial!

Flow on

“Try to realize it's all within yourself no one else can make you change, and to see you're only very small and life flows on within you and without you.”

George Harrison

Lake Horicon, Lakehurst, NJ

Absence

“How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!”

William Shakespeare

Leisure Village West, small pond,  Manchester, NJ 

Continual Becoming

“I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one's business on earth, like the male spider, who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like a state of continual becoming with a goal in front and not behind”

George Bernard Shaw

On the siding of my house in Freehold, NJ 

The Nothing

G'mork: If you come any closer, I will rip you to shreds.
Atreyu: Who are you?
G'mork: I am G'mork. And you, whoever you are, can have the honor of being my last victim.
Atreyu: I will not die easily. I am a warrior!
G'mork: Ha! Brave warrior, then fight the Nothing.
Atreyu: But I can't! I can't get beyond the boundaries of Fantasia!
[G'mork laughs and Atreyu gets a little angry]
Atreyu: What's so funny about that?
G'mork: Fantasia has no boundaries.
[laughs]
Atreyu: That's not true! You're lying.
G'mork: Foolish boy. Don't you know anything about Fantasia? It's the world of human fantasy. Every part, every creature of it, is a piece of the dreams and hopes of mankind. Therefore, it has no boundaries.
Atreyu: But why is Fantasia dying, then?
G'mork: Because people have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams. So the Nothing grows stronger.
Atreyu: What is the Nothing?
G'mork: It's the emptiness that's left. It's like a despair, destroying this world. And I have been trying to help it.
Atreyu: But why?
G'mork: Because people who have no hopes are easy to control; and whoever has the control... has the power!
Atreyu: Who are you, really?
G'mork: I am the servant of the power behind the Nothing. I was sent to kill the only one who could have stopped the Nothing. I lost him in the Swamps of Sadness. His name... was Atreyu.
[the ground shakes again and Atreyu is knocked down. He grabs a knife shaped piece of broken stone and stands up, ready to fight]
Atreyu: If we're about to die anyway, I'd rather die fighting! Come for me, G'mork! *I* am Atreyu! 

Quote from the Movie the Neverending Story

Taken in my front yard last week

as a horrible blackness over took our skies

Drink Deep

“Love is a deep well from which you may drink often, but into which you may fall but once”
Ellye Howell Glover
Deep Cut Gardens, Middletown, NJ

Black Moon

“The moon's turned black; For I love him, and He didn't love back”

Dorothy Parker
The moon from my front yard, Freehold, NJ

No Bounds

“And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love - of love, eternal and illimitable, not bounded by the confines of this world, or by the end of time, but ranging still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away!”

Charles Dickens
Millville, NJ