Coisas que não mudam #609

Black cats and Jack O'Lanterns

Sem título #279

Not forbidden...

Cores de Outono #100

Porque nem todas as cores de outono são avermelhadas...

Cores de Outono #99

Já esteve assim (10-Out.)

e mais intenso ainda (19-Out.)

e agora é mais no chão (24-Out.)

Caprichos #395

Ainda o Diwali... ofertas da comida indiana

Espantos #648

Newly appointed Prime Minister lights Diwali candles at Downing St.

Sem título #278

Wise wise owl; but people don't want to listen to wisdom...

Caprichos #394

A condizer com as cores de outono 😀

Cores de Outono #98

Outubro é mesmo o mês das mudança das cores de outono. Aqui ficam fotos tiradas mais ou menos no mesmo local nos dias 1, 5, 13, e 22 (pela fresquinha).

Palavras lidas #529

They Sit Together on the Porch
by Wendell Berry

They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, the house behind them dark.
Their supper done with, they have washed and dried
The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For all its knowing will not exactly know
Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding
Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone.

Ditto #528

I remain one thing and one thing only and that is a clown. It places me on a far higher plane than any politician.

--Charlie Chaplin

Cores de Outono #97

Explosão de cor pelo campus

Sem título #277

Ah the misunderstood treasure finders...

Parece que estou a ouvir #378

Twilight Time
The Platters

Heavenly shades of night are falling
It's twilight time
Out of the mist, your voice is calling
'Tis twilight time

When purple-colored curtains
Mark the end of the day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

Deepening shadows gather splendor
As day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender
The setting sun

I count the moments, darling
'Til you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time

Here in the afterglow of day
We keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way
I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark, your kiss will thrill me
Like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me
With dreams untold

Each day I pray for evening
Just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time

Here in the afterglow of day
We keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way
I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark, your kiss will thrill me
Like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me
With dreams untold

Each day I pray for evening
Just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time

Cores de Outono #96

A bela garça azul posa com as vibrantes cores de outono!

Cores de Outono #95

As belas cores a caminho do Canal

Retirado do contexto #407

"Coventry elephant" at Memorial Park

Espantos #647

Night

and day...

Caprichos #393

Melting brownie with vanilla ice cream and strawberry

Sem título #276

The know-it-all pelican-bee...

Palavras lidas #528

Matilda Who Told Lies, and Was Burned to Death
by Hilaire Belloc

Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.
For once, towards the Close of Day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the Telephone
And summoned the Immediate Aid
Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade.
Within an hour the Gallant Band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs, and Bow
With Courage high and Hearts a-glow
They galloped, roaring through the Town,
'Matilda's House is Burning Down!'
Inspired by British Cheers and Loud
Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the Ball Room Floor;
And took Peculiar Pains to Souse
The Pictures up and down the House,
Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed;
And even then she had to pay
To get the Men to go away!
It happened that a few Weeks later
Her Aunt was off to the Theatre
To see that Interesting Play
The Second Mrs Tanqueray.
She had refused to take her Niece
To hear this Entertaining Piece:
A Deprivation Just and Wise
To punish her for Telling Lies.
That Night a Fire did break out –
You should have heard Matilda Shout!
You should have heard her Scream and Bawl,
And throw the window up and call
To People passing in the Street –
(The rapidly increasing Heat
Encouraging her to obtain
Their confidence) – but all in vain!
For every time She shouted 'Fire!'
They only answered 'Little Liar'!
And therefore when her Aunt returned,
Matilda, and the House, were Burned.

Coisas que não mudam #608

17.43: "400 casos de abusos na Igreja não me parece que seja particularmente elevado"

20.46: "não é elevado face à provável triste realidade"

O que não muda aqui são as oportunidades perdidas de ficar calado!

Ditto #527

To succeed in science, you have to avoid dumb people [...] you must always turn to people who are brighter than yourself.

--James Dewey Watson