we have no time to stand and stare.
Leisure by WH Davies.
Showing posts with label Scotland 2004. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scotland 2004. Show all posts
15/03/2009
day 656
...A poor life this if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.
Leisure by WH Davies.
we have no time to stand and stare.
Leisure by WH Davies.
14/03/2009
day 655
...No time to wait till her mouth can
enrich that smile her eyes began...
Leisure by WH Davies.
enrich that smile her eyes began...
Leisure by WH Davies.
13/03/2009
day 654
...No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
and watch their feet, how they can dance...
Leisure by WH Davies.
and watch their feet, how they can dance...
Leisure by WH Davies.
12/03/2009
day 653
...No time to see, in broad daylight,
streams full of stars, like skies at night...
Leisure by WH Davies.
streams full of stars, like skies at night...
Leisure by WH Davies.
11/03/2009
day 652
...No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass...
Leisure by WH Davies.
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass...
Leisure by WH Davies.
10/03/2009
day 651
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows...
Leisure by WH Davies.
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows...
Leisure by WH Davies.
09/03/2009
day 650
Another from Princess Street Garden. I missed couples birds who were hovering over the wee girl a split second earlier.08/03/2009
day 649
The Highlands, from Beinn Eighe. You might note there were three people walking down there..07/03/2009
day 648
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze...
The Daffodils by W Wordsworth
Didn't really get into this verse,
untill the spring sprung in Edinburgh..
Taken up the hill off Princess Street Garden, between The Mound and the castle.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze...
The Daffodils by W Wordsworth
Didn't really get into this verse,
untill the spring sprung in Edinburgh..
Taken up the hill off Princess Street Garden, between The Mound and the castle.
06/03/2009
day 647
The next couples pictures are the digitalised version of some pictures I took sometime ago back in Scotland. Thanks to Mr. Wlls who had kept them safely, and sent them over back to me.
I took them once upon a time, when I was (rather) young, learning the steps of life, blinded by the beauty of life out there..
Once upon a time, when the manual (as opposed to digital) camera was the only decent option, so you had to take a shot, and I do mean it as only one shot, and prayed that you captured the moment, because one, you wouldn't spend all 37 frames for the same moment; two, it was not practical to change the negative roll every hour; and three, it was darn expensive to buy and develop them..
One of my favourites, from The Fringe 2003, Edinburgh.
I like the painter's expression and his golden mass of hair shining under the sunshine like a halo.
I took them once upon a time, when I was (rather) young, learning the steps of life, blinded by the beauty of life out there..
Once upon a time, when the manual (as opposed to digital) camera was the only decent option, so you had to take a shot, and I do mean it as only one shot, and prayed that you captured the moment, because one, you wouldn't spend all 37 frames for the same moment; two, it was not practical to change the negative roll every hour; and three, it was darn expensive to buy and develop them..
One of my favourites, from The Fringe 2003, Edinburgh.
I like the painter's expression and his golden mass of hair shining under the sunshine like a halo.
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