
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Do you just love Charles Darwin?
Becuase if you do, you will appreciate that the above photos (except for the mountains which were somewhere in the middle of China) come from his garden.
It was a lovely garden, and I took lots of photos of bees. 140 photos of flowers and bees.
Afraid I can't offer you too much more just yet though.
The sky is quite grey, it is not particularly warm, and the ale is a tad too warm.
But I found £10 so I suppose that makes things better.
Moving around for the next week or so... then off to Nice. Where hopefully it will be a bit warmer. And I will take some photos of things other than flowers and bees.
I hope that Australia is miserable and that it is raining heavily and very cold.
I don't mean to be unkind, it's just that it is meant to be summer over here.
Will write soon.
Becuase if you do, you will appreciate that the above photos (except for the mountains which were somewhere in the middle of China) come from his garden.
It was a lovely garden, and I took lots of photos of bees. 140 photos of flowers and bees.
Afraid I can't offer you too much more just yet though.
The sky is quite grey, it is not particularly warm, and the ale is a tad too warm.
But I found £10 so I suppose that makes things better.
Moving around for the next week or so... then off to Nice. Where hopefully it will be a bit warmer. And I will take some photos of things other than flowers and bees.
I hope that Australia is miserable and that it is raining heavily and very cold.
I don't mean to be unkind, it's just that it is meant to be summer over here.
Will write soon.
Monday, June 15, 2009
White Fang
A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness -- a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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