“We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.”
— Henry Beston, circa 1925
Live Nude Buns on the Web
My darling husband finally got the webcam happening. It’s not perfectly sharp full screen and live 24hrs a day, but I can se what they’re up to in the daylight hours, and it refreshes every minute. Yay !
Australian Museum – The Wildlife Photographer of the Year 2004 Exhibition
Saw this after work yesterday – superb, amazing, shocking, dreadful, inspiring, and beyond beautiful. Despite our restricted budget, we bought the book – so many images of rare truth, it was heartening to see our natural envirnonment cherished, and lovingly portrayed. I am re-energised, and want to photograph the world again.
Mark’s Choir (Innominata) are doing Mass at St Mary’s this sunday. 10.30am, be there early to get a good seat. And bring plenty of small change – they pass the collection plate around a lot.
Rhubarb is four today. Four years old ! Custard is nearly five 🙂 Custard is sitting on my lap as I type, playing therapy bunny. Do I need therapy ? Probably.
Last night Mark brought some papers for Mum from the hospital where George died, and I started leafing through them while Dad and Mark chatted. There was a booklet on greiving, which I flicked through, and suddenly I was in floods of tears.
More tears this morning – I feel like I am right back where I was when he died, I haven’t healed at all. The wound, the loss, is still as sharp as ever.
Marguerite and Gregor gave us a wedding present last night – a gorgeous framed card of a Lindsay cat. We love it:)
And yesterday was Dad’s birthday. We got him a carving of a turtle breaking out of his egg, and I printed up one of the mushroom photos as a card. Lovely dinner, I think Dad had a good day.
So now I have the rest of the day to stop feeling like I’ve been steamrollered, so I can go back to work tomorrow and pretend everything os OK.
Fight To Survive Just read the blurb under the title – heartbreaking.