Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest (4.1.146-58) – William Shakespeare
The photo challenge this week is change. This is my second go round with this theme. If you would like to see the first it is here. This time I take a slightly different view of the subject.
As always: here are a few other points of view.
Took a walk – got intrigued by up.
Looking up; jumping up; climbing up…
* Ask Harry Potter
The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase. ~E.B. White, “Hot Weather,” One Man’s Meat, 1944
3-19-11 Extreme Low Tide
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Today was a very pretty early spring day so I walked through Riverside Park at lunch. Squirrels and people everywhere. (President’s Day – about 1/3 of the workforce had the day off and it is school break time). As I walked along I saw an old couple about 50 yards ahead of me. The gentleman was throwing food to a squirrel to get it to come out on the path. As it did, a hawk shot down at it, practically hitting the woman with its wing. The squirrel just got to safety. I unfortunately did not get the shot of the hawk striking and had to content myself with this…
A bit later I saw what I can only call a looking for trouble rodent…
Did I mention it was a beautiful spring day and lots of people were out?
“Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint” – Shakespeare
He likes the poor things of the world the best,
I would not, therefore, if I could be rich.
It pleases him to stoop for buttercups.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. IV.
As I went walking by the river today. I saw the flowers above…
I saw a man practicing for summer…
and at the start of a 3 day weekend, I saw the entrance to the Freedom Tunnel, just to the east of the river and the Henry Hudson Parkway and there was a long enough break in traffic in both directions simultaneously that I was able to get a clean shot.
Oh, and the Republicans want to take us back to 1950 when the only birth control a woman needed according to Foster Friess (Rick Santorum’s billionaire sugar daddy): was?
“Back in my day, they used Bayer Aspirin for contraceptives. The gals put it between their knees and it wasn’t that costly,”
The State of Virginia goes insane
The time truly is out of joint…
I fully expected to be able to write about the arrival of winter to NYC today with pictures of the 3″ of snow and happy little children pretending that was enough to build a real snowman and sled all day, after all the weather people promised…
weeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllll, some white stuff did fall from the sky and it got cold tonight and will stay below freezing for close to 24 hours…but nothing stuck. Instead, lets take some time in the subway and check out the riders via iPhone4.
After I left the One Day On Earth office, I decided to take a little walk through the neighborhood. I went from Greene and Prince to Mulberry and then up to Houston and walked back to Varick Street and the subway (the 1 train)…
as always, double click the images for full size…
Soon to reopen as Back Forty West
Lots of rain today. Torrential downpours, the sort of storm I associate with late September.
Usually the running/jogging population by the river and in the park at any giving time is approximately 60% women to 40% men. There were in general many fewer runners out today but of the thirty or so I saw in the while I was out only one was a woman.
I don’t know that this anecdotal observation means anything or is just a random accident of timing…but there it is.