Restaurant Car
by Louis MacNeice
“Fondling only to throttle the nuzzling moment
Smuggled under the table, hungry or not
We roughride over the sleepers, finger the menu,
Avoid our neighbour’s eyes and wonder what”
In Wisconsin it was once illegal to kiss on a train.
The mystery isn’t in the technique, it’s in each of us. — Harry Callahan
This is week 52 of Monochrome Madness and to mark the one year anniversary it was decided to select a previous photo that had been submitted and perhaps also post a gallery. I went with this one out of all of these. Credit Leanne Cole for her dedication and tireless work along with Laura Macky in making this an enjoyable weekly photo event. Thank you ladies for all that you do.
Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s weekly Monochrome Madness will be posted later today for your viewing pleasure on Leanne’s blog. If you would like to participate and submit a photo in the coming weeks, please email your monochrome image to leanne@leannecole.com.au and include a link to your blog or website if you have one. It doesn’t have to be WordPress blogger, it can be a Facebook page, a Flickr page, etc. Include your name or your blog name. The image size should be low resolution, so the largest size should be 1000 pixels or less. The deadline for submission is before 6 p.m. on or before Tuesday, Melbourne Australia time. The earlier the better for Leanne. If you should miss the deadline your photograph will be posted the following week. The complete instructions are posted on Leanne’s blog should you have any questions or need help.
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“Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows’ wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.”
Rainer Marie Rilke
“The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.
The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.
The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.
It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams.”
– M. Romeo LaFlamme
When I was out taking pictures recently I came across this gold star and things hanging from a tree. The gold star reminded me of this time when my son came home from preschool and I saw him hide a piece of paper under the Spruce tree in our front yard. You can recognize when a young child is angry because they have that preschool age pout face and a walk that looks like they’re stomping grapes. Well you don’t want your children to grow up to be litter bugs so upon inquiring I found out the reason for this peculiar behavior and furtive action. Turned out that day in preschool class they had to color a drawing and he wasn’t rewarded with a gold star because he had drawn outside the lines. I could never draw within the damn lines either, so he was comforted and after awhile there was once more harmony in the litter-free universe.
Upon reflection rewards may generally be fairly insignificant. Rewards might be immediate, happen later on, or even after your death, so no reason to be concerned about them. You may even be your own reward and walking around some day come upon a gold star and other things dangling from a tree. Then you too might possess the power of the gold star. So for all of those that are outside the lines and may not have been rewarded in the past with a gold star in class, this one’s for you. ★ Live long and prosper.★
Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward
The Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows.
Author: Audrey Hepburn
“The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own
we have no soul of our own civilization.” — Frank Lloyd Wright
Unity Village
The Dreams of My Heart
by Sara Teasdale
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday
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“There is one thing the photograph must contain, the humanity of the moment.” – Robert Frank
This photo is from a summer concert a few years ago. After Alabama Shakes played a storm blew in and they moved everyone back from the stage. Fun evening even though there was about an hour delay in the rain until the other bands played. I hadn’t intended on capturing someone’s hair.
Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s weekly Monochrome Madness will be posted later today for your viewing pleasure on Leanne’s blog. If you would like to participate and submit a photo in the coming weeks, please email your monochrome image to leanne@leannecole.com.au and include a link to your blog or website if you have one. It doesn’t have to be WordPress blogger, it can be a Facebook page, a Flickr page, etc. Include your name or your blog name. The image size should be low resolution, so the largest size should be 1000 pixels or less. The deadline for submission is before 6 p.m. on or before Tuesday, Melbourne Australia time. The earlier the better for Leanne. If you should miss the deadline your photograph will be posted the following week. The complete instructions are posted on Leanne’s blog should you have any questions or need help. Next week will be week 52 and for the one year anniversary of Monochrome Madness it has been suggested that everyone resubmit a favourite image that they have submitted in the last year. Thanks!
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Monochrome Madness – LI
A Walk
by Rainer Maria Rilke
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Maverick Mist 