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Photos In & Around

And right now I’m cleaning this up. I’m removing the published photos of others. The photos should only be the ones I have taken. This is going to take a bit of time as I posted way too many! They are appropriately posted in THOUGHTS.

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Earth Day

It seems, on this Earth Day in particular, that things are a bit disheartening. How to reclaim a continent and all continents when science is denied, facts are denied, and whole worlds (e.g. The Rain Forest) are decimated by greed.

It’s tough. It’s painful. It may be hopeless. Still some plod on. Some keep smiling and giving. Some pray. Many sit and are silent. And on we go. Some go on in beauty, while yet they can. And still we love. We love this earth of ours in all its splendor, and the terror of a sunrise. And while we go on, we love, and smile. Maybe plant a flower. Maybe stop and watch the wonder of nature, and see all of heaven in a grain of sand. Enough to just go on.

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Posted by Quantum World

 

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Ludie

So here’s my pal, Ludie—The Sicilian. And here’s what he had to say about himself: “You People who think or say that I am hostile, stubborn, or misanthropic, how greatly you wrong me. You have no idea of the secret reason which makes me seem that way to you.” Of course his secret was that he was deaf.

His very dedicated fans like to call Beethoven “The Sicilian” because of his dark appearance and the looks of someone from Sicily. Those very passionate fans struggle with the stories of how badly he treated his nephew. There were also rumors about the time that Ludwig was given the care of his nephew, that the child was actually his own son, having had an affair with his brother’s wife. Beethoven did mistreat his nephew as there appears to be enough evidence to substantiate that. However, there has not been anything to prove that the nephew was anything other than just that—a nephew.

The music world generally considers Beethoven to be the greatest composer who ever lived.

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Posted by Ludwig van Beethoven Site
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The Library

Isn’t there something magical about photos of books and home libraries? It’s especially wonderful when the books have their very own room. Yes, “A Room of One’s Own”—for books. But then, it’s always books, books, books…Living there within the scent and tenor of the things themselves.

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Room With A View Post

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When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard…

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posted by Slice of Life on Facebook

…Bloomed. And so they did. Lilacs bloomed throughout the town, that same hometown. They grew in alleys and at the edges of yards, in the cemetery, and here and there. Then there was a here and there, when the town was less mannered. Before things got organized and groomed. On the way home from school I would pick the lilacs off the bushes, enough to make a bouquet for my mother. And it was all right.

 

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Once Upon A Time

BobGoodPhtoStudBurnsParkAnother photo of my hometown, Burns Park in La Crosse, Wisconsin. At least that’s what it’s called now. I didn’t know that it had a name when we hung out there as high school kids. I doubt that today the kids can get by with the things we did there. No—no drugs. My time was that before the drug scene. Bob Good Photography Studio posted this on Facebook for us. The colors are so rare, so intense, it is as if they have been imagined.