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Comment by Zaley Warkentin on 9th mo. 19, 2012 at 9:01am

The shoes actually belong to my friend sitting next to me :) This pic was taken while we were waiting in the hallway before our class. The guy standing was also waiting. Suddenly the previous class let out, and people were rushing by at an incredible speed. To me I saw the concept of "standing still in the light" while "the world" rushes by around us. This was pre-quaker for me though, so I didn't have those exact words at the time, but the concept was there for me.

Comment by Timothy on 9th mo. 18, 2012 at 10:33pm

Ach, this other picture is so. . . . different. . . . so near tragic. As I see it, there is someone's shoes, the photographer's no doubt, in the lower centre. Then all is blurred, save one person, and he is looking in the opposite direction. All in sepia tones or earthy brown shades instead of Shades of Grey.

Thee likest melancholy things?! I would not have suspected such of thee. Ye seem intelligent, going off to get a higher education, which I had to pass on, though it was going to be a gift to me from a kind gentleman. (My grades in E. C. Glass High School in Lynchburg, VA were not the best, though I could have excelled. Alas, my late father's Parkinson's Disease hindered it. That is melancholy. . . )

Another similarity. We well may be kindred spirits after all. I would paste a picture here, but everyone could see it. . . It is very different and sadly melancholy!! Ach, thee probably would like it. . . I could send it by message! Yea, I could.

Never would have known thee liketh the sad poetry of Gray, Byron, Tennyson, Wordsworth, and such. :)

I like thy picture above, "In the fields" or "lea," and this other one too! :)

Comment by Zaley Warkentin on 9th mo. 18, 2012 at 9:14pm

You might find this picture interesting as well...I like that poem...I quite like melancholy things :)

Comment by Timothy on 9th mo. 18, 2012 at 6:57pm

This reminds me of the poem by Thomas Gray (1716—1771), "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard." I put it on a blog on our page. If ye like old poems and poetry as we do, take a moment sometime to read it. (Sorry, sometimes I refer to myself as we, our, etc.) The opening stanza:

"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 

      The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,

The plowman homeward plods his weary way,

      And leaves the world to darkness and to me."

It definitely looks Birch. But the whole effect is a tad melancholy, as if the day and all of the inhabitants are leaving "the world to darkness and to me." On the other hand, it is a cheerful picture of carefree leisurely stroll or playful running o'er the lea. Either way, beautiful. Glad if ye like our rusty ole musings of a slight pessimistic twang. :)

Comment by Zaley Warkentin on 9th mo. 17, 2012 at 11:39pm

It might be birch...I will have to check next time I'm there. It could be poplar, which looks very similar, but is useless for canoe building! I like your musings!

Comment by Timothy on 9th mo. 16, 2012 at 8:52pm

Ah, a white Birch off to the right, am I correct? A trot through the "lea," in and near evening? At least that is how I imagine it. In the 1700's a curfew bell would ring from a village church each evening, signalling the end of the work day. ". . . Twilight and evening bell and after that the dark!" Tennyson writes in "Sunset and Evening Star," or "Crossing the Bar." Lea is meadow, field, clearing, or pasture. . .

This is sort of sad. Why, thee wonders? Well, the person is leaving the camera behind. I know, pessimistic and pessimism. . . We all have our foibles and that is one of mine.

Still I love the Birches. We have none that grow natively here, unless someone purposely plants them. Interesting.