Wordless Wednesdays . . . sort of . . .
Wednesday afternoon, sunny, 41 degrees.
Trying to get back into my blogging groove. Three posts in the last four days. Better than recent attempts, much worse than patterns of the past. Nothing I do is ever good enough in my own mind. Oh well . . .
Found this little beauty in my drafts folder. No idea as to why I hadn’t already posted it. Enjoy.
My family trips were more than a weekend jaunt to the shore. We traveled all over Europe when I was a child, including a journey through Spain on our way back from a visit to Morocco. After watching some dancers in the street outside our hotel (which was named The White Horse–I have no idea why I remember that), I begged for a Flamenco costume—it was white with black polka dots; they bought it along with a set of castanets. When I came across this short film on Vimeo, I wanted to share it as it stirred so many memories.
Today is the birthday of Irish poet and playwright Oscar Wilde
(October 16, 1854–November 30, 1900).
Wordless Wednesdays . . .
Wednesday afternoon, cloudy and cooler, but humid, 80 degrees.
Happy Birthday to English critic, biographer, essayist, poet, and lexicographer Samuel Johnson (September 18, 1709-December 13, 1784)—noted aphorist, known for The Vanity of Human Wishes (1749), and A Dictionary of the English Language (1755).
Wednesday afternoon, sunny and sultry, 89 degrees.
Continuing my love affair with Haiku, the Japanese flute, and dragonflies—incredible camera work . . .
Music by Kitaro, “Silk Road”
Wednesday morning, cloudy, cooler but humid, 78 degrees.
Bald eagles in flight on Vimeo by the Riverwood Conservancy:
As related to this: Trump rolls back endangered species act
This is how our sky looked the other night.