And, Take 14…not sure about ugly, but light, oh yes.

“I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may – light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.”

— John Constable (1776 – 1837) in “Life and Letters of John Constable” by Charles Robert Leslie (Chapman and Hall, 1896). Quote is found in a letter that Constable wrote to his friend and fellow artist John Fisher in 1821. In the letter, Constable is discussing his views on landscape painting, and he argues that the artist should not be afraid to paint ugly things, because the right use of light, shade, and perspective can make even the most ordinary object beautiful. (Constable Quote via Alive on All Channels)

See more pictures from this morning’s walk of the Cygnet with Mom on FB here.

And, Take 12…TGIF

See more pictures from this morning’s walk of the Cygnet with Mom on FB here.

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call (Volume Up)


Cygnet Wakes. Video (Volume Up) from this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park.  Other photos on FB here.

And, Take 10…Sunday Morning

See more pictures of the Cygnet with Mom and Dad on FB here. Goslings in formation with Mom and Dad here. And daybreak shots here on this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park.

And, Take 9…

See more pictures of the Cygnet with Mom and Dad on FB here. And daybreak shots here on this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park.

And, Take 8…

See more pictures the Cygnet with Mom and Dad on FB here. And daybreak shots here on this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park.

And, Take 7…

See more pictures the Cygnet with Mom and Dad on FB here. And daybreak shots here on my walk at Cove Island Park.

Take 6…

See more pictures from this morning’s walk @ Cove Island Park. More of the Cygnet and his Mom and Dad on FB here. And egrets here. And daybreak shots here.

Take 5…

See more pictures of the Cygnet and his Mom and Dad on FB here.

Fuzzy-Wuzzy


Goslings. 5:45 am, May 12, 2023. Stamford, CT. More gosling photos from this morning here.

Take 4…

See more pictures of the Cygnet and Mom and Dad on FB here. And moonlight shots from this morning’s walk here.

Take 3

See more pictures of the cygnet and Mom and Dad here. And other shots from this morning’s walk here.

Morning Mom. I’m hungry…

See more pictures of the cygnet and Mom and Dad here. And moon shots from this morning’s walk here.

Guess who has arrived?!?!

See more pictures of the cygnet and Mom and Dad here. And moon shots from this morning’s walk here.

Reunited…

Reuters: The heartfelt video captures the moment the mom tenderly reunites with her baby, bending down in what appears to be a hug. Fleeing the wildfires ravaging the region, the sloths arrived in Trinidad. According to reports, the mother and child were then temporarily separated after fleeing dogs. The mother and child have undergone vet check-ups and are in good health. They have been released to the Chuchini nature reserve.


Thank you Susan

Gökotta

Gökotta (n., Swed.)

“a dawn picnic to hear the first birdsong”; the act of rising in the early morning to watch the birds or to go outside to appreciate nature.


Notes:

  • Photo: DK – (Wet) Baby Blue Jay.  6:50 a.m., May 7, 2022. 50° F & Rain
  • Quote: Thank you The Hammock Papers

Touching her was like taking a drug.

From the moment Ally was born, pushed out of Sam’s body (nothing could be more common than motherhood and yet nothing about it could ever be banal), Ally became Sam’s sun, Sam’s primary concern. She felt a directedness and a purpose and a meaning she had never experienced before. Another way of putting it: it was the least fake feeling she had ever had, the most earnest. Did all mothers feel this way? Did fathers feel this way? No, yes, doesn’t matter. On some level, it was Ally and then there was every other human on the earth. At first it was physical. The need to hold and feed and comfort. That was the best part of being a mother, answering that need. It was so simple and complete. Sure, there were times Sam longed for sleep, times she felt positively enslaved, but all it took was the head on her chest, the hand clutching at her, Sam’s own hand supporting the plump, perfect back. Touching her was like taking a drug. The back, the foot, the leg, the little arm; the lips, the ears, the toes, the perfect tiny nose. The thighs, the dimpled knees, the lines of fat at the wrists, the tapered, padded fingers with the tiny oval of a nail. Look at her. The eyes, well, they were the same always, the same today. Large, heavy lidded, dark brown, wide-set, extravagantly lashed. What a beauty she was and is. Even at the height of her adolescent awkwardness, Sam had found her profoundly, significantly beautiful. Was it “true”? Did others see her the way Sam did? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Sam had felt this abiding love for sixteen years, and it was the best thing she had ever felt or would ever feel.

— Dana Spiotta, Wayward: A Novel (Knopf, July 6, 2021)


Notes:

Lightly Child, Lightly.


Notes:

  • Photo: Thomas Turowski (via Newthom)
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

Guess.What.Day.It.Is?


Notes:

Truth

Have you ever held a three year old by the hand on the way home from preschool?…

You’re never more important than you are then.

— Fredrik Backman, “Anxious People: A Novel” (Atria Books, September 8, 2020)


Eric Kanigan @ 4 years old. He used to clutch on to his Momma’s hand, tears welling up, before he released her on his way into pre-school. 26 years old now. Still clutching on to his Momma. 🙂

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