Monochromas

..... The escapee from Pandora's box

Ingeborg Gerdes ~ Craters of the Moon, Idaho 1988 - Courtesy of the Artist ingeborggerdes.com/about The Image was on the wall -- public display at City Hall, San Francisco, CA

It will not shine again: Its sad course is done; I have seen the last ray wane Of the cold, bright sun. ~ Emily Brontë

Autumn moonlight a worm digs silently into the chestnut. ~ Basho Translated by Robert Hass

This cloud, that has drifted all day through the sky, May, like a wanderer, never come back.... Three nights now I have dreamed of you -- As tender, intimate and real as though I were awake. ........................ SEEING Li Bai IN A DREAM II ~ Du Fu club.ntu.edu.tw/~davidhsu/New-Davidhome/05-david-book/DAVIDBOOK/CHINESE/001david-new-book/TANGENG.pdf

Every one knows what this is ~ Hence Exposure: 0.01667 sec. (1/60) Aperture: f/3.3 Focal Length: 27.0 mm (35 mm equivalent: 40.0 mm)

I will never give up longing. I will let my hair stay long. The rain proclaims these trees, the trees tell of the sun. Let birds, let birds. Let leaf be passion. Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be between us. Let joy. ~ "Let Birds" by Linda Gregg

I WONDER about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that talks of going But never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, As it grows wiser and older, That now it means to stay. My feet tug at the floor And my head sways to my shoulder Sometimes when I watch trees sway, From the window or the door. I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone. Robert Frost

Thanks to photography. Here they have to stand in the hot sun for few hours....!

With a flaming spear you parted All its ice until my soul Hurries roaring toward the ocean Of its highest hope and goal: Ever healthier and brighter, In most loving constraint, free -- Thus it praises your great wonders Fairest month of January! ~ Nietzsche

There's something about black. You feel hidden away in it ~ Georgia O'Keffe

Winter is a right-wing man, heartfelt and permanent; His flesh feels like iron, and does not shy sweet nor sour. Was ever a man healthy like him? He never is ill, He defies the cold like a bear and sleeps in the cold room. He puts his shirt on in the open air and does not let it warm and sneers at the river in the tooth and grunts in the guts. He knows nothing about flowers and Vogelsang, Hates warm urge and warm sound and all warm things. Wenn But if the foxes bark very much, if the wood in the oven wrinkles, and around the stove servant and Lord rubs his hands and trembles; When stone and leg breaks with frost and pond and lakes crack: That sounds to him well, he does not hate that, then he wants to laugh himself dead. His castle of ice lies far out at the North Pole on the beach, but he also has a summer house in the lovely Switzerland. "" Here he is soon there, now here; good to lead a regiment; and when he pulls through, we stand and look at him and freeze. ~ : Matthias Claudius (1740 - 1815). Vogelsang Name Meaning. German: habitational name from any of several places called Vogelsang. Jewish (Ashkenazic): ornamental name meaning 'bird song'. HBM Hav a great week

Busy old foole, Unruly sunne, Why dost thou thus, Through windowes and Through curtaines call on us? ~ Donne