“We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken.”


 —Looking for Alaska  JOHN GREEN



"There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song

-- the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind."

— E.B. White (One Man's Meat)


Just do a little




Meguro River by Jean-François Chénier on Flickr




Friendly reminder





Cinqo de mayo




Running fawns





Sort it out





Impressive nest-building




Common birds - illustration by Bill Reynolds



Truth





Runs in the family!





Does not run in the family


Dressed up toad





Just enjoying the season


Thierry Bouët’s Postcards


The real world



"Now I dream of the soft touch of women, the songs of birds, the smell of soil crumbling between my fingers, and the brilliant green of plants that I diligently nurture. I am looking for land to buy and I will sow it with deer and wild pigs and birds and cottonwoods and sycamores and build a pond and the ducks will come and fish will rise in the early evening light and take the insects into their jaws. There will be paths through this forest and you and I will lose ourselves in the soft curves and folds of the ground. We will come to the water’s edge and lie on the grass and there will be a small, unobtrusive sign that says, THIS IS THE REAL WORLD, MUCHACHOS, AND WE ARE ALL IN IT.

—B. Traven.… 


Frederick Sandys, Gentle Spring (detail), 1865


Ann Atkin's Gnome reserve



Shinrin-yoku


Spring cleaning




And while you're at it:


WHAT CAN I TELL YOU ABOUT TIME?



What can I tell you about time? To say that it flies is inaccurate. It's more of a gallop. Where once days turned into weeks, weeks have begun to pass like days. Somewhere along the continuum, Monday skips Tuesday and Wednesday and goes straight to Thursday; then another weekend goes by, and soon it occurs to you that Saturdays have gone missing, too.

 "Excuse me, sir? Could you please tell me, where does a woman go when she is—to quote Rainer Maria Rilke: 'too young for what is old / and too old for what has never been'? You see, I'm not supposed to be here yet. I missed my stop—the one where I was going to be dating and seeking expert financial advice and writing a best-selling novel and taking up meditation. That stop. I've got to go back! Just 10 years. Hey, mister! You don't understand. There are people I haven't met yet who don't know they're expecting me!"

"When you are in your late twenties through mid-forties, your power—sexually, socially, professionally—is a mix of your beauty, your intelligence, your sense of humor, your social skill. So for almost 20 years you go along with that quartet of components, some of them more prominent than others, but all in play. While you may never use your looks overtly, it's part of your arsenal, part of the total you. Then one day, the beauty part starts to crumble a bit. Suddenly, you're out of whack."


  By Holly Millea via ELLE





Someday...



The shorter the skirt....Dorothy Parker


Red Couture Gown Watercolor Fashion Illustration Art Print by Elaine Biss

Oscar de la Renta


L:  Hayden Williams For Barbie BFMC 2010. Inspired by Robert Best.
R:  Robert Best


Robert Best


Reading




Technology can simplify



Keeping it simple.




Anatol Knotek visual poetry