Resources are limited on this earth we all share. Tha Amazon rain forest, one of the biggest of the earth’s ‘lungs’ is burning and dying. Take note and act before it is too late. Humanity must find some way of valuing the environment and pricing it’s destruction into our economics. Continual economic growth is just not possible. While the newspapers are full of the damage humans do to each other, we are sleep walking to an environmental and economic disaster.
http://www.allisongallery.com The Roaring Forties 1926 drypoint Hurst
The roaring forties are where the winds are free.
Hurling themselves with ferocious force to tear
And grab remorselessly at anything on deck.
Winds that seek to go below through every nook and cranny
Whirling through the ship to chase men sleeping there.
Winds the ancient mariner knew well, relentlessly
Pressing down upon the rigging even tho’ fully reefed.
Bare poles the only option now to save the vessel
From being engulfed by breaking combers big as cliffs
That come in sequence, the big, the bigger, the biggest yet.
‘Hold on!’ they cry lest you be washed away and drowned.
Hands not strong enough for long, they lash their bodies to the mast.
What chance we now in this frail barque to survive
This dreadful storm? The screaming wind seems louder yet.
Even with the lashings they gasp and groan til break of dawn.
Into this scenario a stricken plane like a leaf on the wind
Did fall. Was all silent on board when the engines stopped?
The nose dipped down, speed picked up as it fell towards the water.
Hardly visible, through the windblown spray and murk.
The structure shattered and broke into a million pieces.
The roaring forties are where the winds are free.
They encircle the globe, blowing ever onwards.
Nothing is in their path as they blow across the boiling swell.
Onward between Australia and the Antarctic they pass roiling
And raging before they howl through the narrows at Cape Horn.
Christmas lights are always wonderfully evocative;
linking with memories of past times;
associated with the shortest days of the year.
Wondering if the sun has gone for ever!
photos and text geoff clements
One of the most beautiful living things to watch are dragonflies. Their continually changing iridescent colours are one of the summer highlights. A couple of evenings ago one landed on our blind and I was able to get some really good photographs. We are situated in an area of mixed woodland just south of Bordeaux near to a river. Any suggestions for identification? I had a quick look online but could not find a matching photograph. I would like to know what our visitor was. Later that evening it had flew away leaving no trace of eggs.
Noushka says July 18 2013
Thanks for commenting on my dragonfly blog!
It is very difficult to take pictures of this elusive river dragon except when it is still ‘young’ as it travels long distances from the place where it emerges to where it will find mates and another river. You see them mostly at the end of the day in July when they pass through our gardens to hunt insects.
You have an interesting blog!
The size of the moon as seen from the earth will vary depending on the distance between them. The position of the moon in its orbit round the earth when it is full will determine its size. The nearer the apogee the smaller it will appear to be, the nearer the perigee the bigger it will appear.
The changing position of the full moon can be plotted as a graph:
Agnetha Faltskog has begun to sing again after a long gap. One of the famous ABBA, and now a granny Agneta has returned to the recoding studio and her new album called ‘A’ has just been released. The magic which had gone has returned and her voice is rounder and has matured but is still clearly Agneta’s. There are many who have been waiting a long time for this and I don’t think they will be disappointed.
Wild flowers, wild flowers, near the end of May.
Wild flowers which grow and climb, untrammelled by space and time.
Mountain flowers, mountain flowers, high in the Pyrenees.
Flowers on the strand, miniature flowers blown by the wind and spray.
Wild thoughts, wild thoughts, near the end of May.
Wild thoughts which grow and climb, untrammelled by space and time.
Mountain thoughts, mountain thoughts, high in the Pyrenees.
Thoughts come and go, all kinds of thoughts can come and have their say.
photo and text geoff clements
The rhododendrons are in flower,
Flaunting their fluted filigree
Proudly for all to see!
No shame is theirs in the bower.
This is Nature’s way of being
Blooming brilliant beautiful
Primordial elegant and wonderful
They are so strong yet so fleeting.
For in a day or two these beauties
Will tumble to the ground in pieces.
But now it seems they hold the aces
The centre of attention theirs is.
We can only wonder at the shows
That Nature’s deepest Being provides
For us! To me it seems, as It guides
Our understanding, the wonder only grows!
photos geoff clements text geoff clements