driving rain overnight decorated window screens to resemble beaded mesh embroidery worthy of an Oscar gown..

A Word On Statistics

a poem by Wislawa Szymborska:

Out of every hundred people,

those who always know better:
fifty-two.

Unsure of every step:
almost all the rest.

Ready to help,
if it doesn’t take long:
forty-nine.

Always good,
because they cannot be otherwise:
four — well, maybe five.

Able to admire without envy:
eighteen.

Led to error
by youth (which passes):
sixty, plus or minus.

Those not to be messed with:
four-and-forty.

Living in constant fear
of someone or something:
seventy-seven.

Capable of happiness:
twenty-some-odd at most.

Harmless alone,
turning savage in crowds:
more than half, for sure.

Cruel
when forced by circumstances:
it’s better not to know,
not even approximately.

Wise in hindsight:
not many more
than wise in foresight.

Getting nothing out of life except things:
thirty
(though I would like to be wrong).

Balled up in pain
and without a flashlight in the dark:
eighty-three, sooner or later.

Those who are just:
quite a few, thirty-five.

But if it takes effort to understand:
three.

Worthy of empathy:
ninety-nine.

Mortal:
one hundred out of one hundred –
a figure that has never varied yet.

(translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzeciak)

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hard to believe this is a February sunrise

got them mean ole late-February blues

outdoor thermometer read 1°F

afternoon walk


somehow the snow and shadows and light are feeling different - maybe winter is losing it's grip

move along, nothing to see here

awesome

I am so trying this when the weather is nice:

Holton Rower

"Oh go shake your head real hard, you'll be all right!"

- from 1933's Mystery of the Wax Museum starring Fay Wray

(old movies have the best lines)

fashion boys & MEN men

Dance break!

I keep looking through melted patches in the ice for green shoots -
it feels like spring is right on the tip of Mother Nature's tongue!


right now our driveway reminds me of Paul Klee and Wassily Kandinsky (I've always liked saying those names in my head :)

(not the greatest photos - of course they don't do justice to the brilliant, spooky full moon!)

Bob's Alignment, Naples (where our road terminates) - love their neon bear sign

better for a fall moon, but oh well it fits my theme:

and the video is mesmerizing all on it's own -
could probably watch it with several different soundtracks

sometimes the [lip?]synch is a little off on this video - still, awesome:

I finally made a tricky French connection...
...the moon'll send you on your way!

it's been so windy around here lately,
I wouldn't be surprised to see this happening to birds in our yard!

dried coffee spills

Ollie & Milo

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You're going to spend the rest of your life in the future.

feeling like a ballerina!

from the other side of his favorite window:

just discovered Google's Art Project

noon hour walk

on a picture perfect day

HiTor viewed from near the top of the golf course

this yard is always picture-worthy

bumpy snow & bumpy trees

smiling at me: dried salt on the road, looking like seafoam on an ocean tide...

(yeah I played with the color a little just for fun :)

TGIF

ever have one of those weeks

when your hair dries on the wrong side of your head every time you wash it?

happy b-day lil sis!

so perfectly fits today :)

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