Sunday, June 6, 2010

Flowery Language . . .

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This is not a blog about flowers.
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Were it a blog about flowers it would have a name like "Owen's Flower Blog", or some such.
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If you have been following the goings on here for any length of time, you know that I have penchants for wrecked or rusting cars, roadkill, abandoned factories or houses (my dream houses), cemeteries, junkyards, broken toilets, zebras, the circus, and graffiti of all sorts, yes, just about anything except flowers.
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In fact this is not a blog about anything specific, but rather everything in general, at least, everything pertaining to the above mentioned themes, or anything related to them in any way.
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This is not a blog about flowers because I didn't want my blog to look like a seed catalog. Seed catalogs are easy to find and are full of big glossy flower pictures of every variety of flower under the sun.
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But I don't have anything against flowers, or photographs of flowers. In fact, now that I'm entering my old age, after having had a good fifty years of childhood, I rather enjoy looking at flowers and photographs of flowers. For instance, Mad Lynne Louciao just did a lovely piece about peonies at Décolleté Glimpses.
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Or visit Roxana, at the Floating Bridge of Dreams, who just did a thoroughly hypnotizing symphony in shades of lilac. Ok, that one wasn't only about flowers. She wove a few strands of feminine mystery into it as well. But on second thought, what's the difference between flowers and feminine mystery ?
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And Jeff of the incomparable Life Is Beautiful has recently been doing a long series celebrating nature and flowers; his coquelicot (poppy) series was particularly enchanting.

How I would like to meet Lynne and Roxana and Jeff someday, to chat about affinities for flower photos. . . or about anything other than affinities for flower photos . . .
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I mentioned in a comment on the post just below this one that life at the straightjacket factory has been totally crazy of late. There has been an incredible increase in orders for straightjackets recently, and the demand shows no signs of abating. In fact, it is accelerating in a rather frightening manner.
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I'm not really sure what to conclude from this situation, but the economic trend for heavily increased demand for straightjackets would seem to indicate that ever increasing numbers of human beings are losing their marbles. And not just a minor loss of a marble or two, but a major mass exodus of marbles from many individuals' marble collections is occurring.
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There could be a multitude of reasons to explain this worrying phenomenon. There are alot of subjects that any previously sane person could go insane about these days. It might be that the great marble manufacturer in the sky is calling his marbles home. I'm not going to go into them all right here and now in any detail, as I don't want to contribute to driving any of you good people further around the bend than you already are, but the long list of liabilities associated with the human race is taking on legendary proportions. Just look at what's happening in the Gulf of Mexico. Pollution, arms, violence, drug wars, political wars, religious wars, illiteracy, idiocy, deforestation, whole species going extinct, nuclear weapons looming, terrorism, vandalism . . . I think it is safe to say that the barbarians are at the gates. We have glimpsed the enemy and it is us.
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However, all of this is great for straightjacket sales; so I cannot complain. Our straightjackets, by the way, come in three sizes : Mildly Drooling, Seriously Slobbering, and Furiously Foaming at the Mouth.
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But I now have a few days away from the buttons-up-the-back jacket factory. And I hope to make the most of them. Today, for example, I went out and found a field full of brilliantly orange poppies to revel in. Like something to rival the poppies in the Wizard of Oz. The only thing missing here was an elegant 19th century lady carrying a parasol, wearing a billowing white hooped skirt, if you can picture her . . .
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If you can't smell their heady fragrance yet, then you're not close enough . . .
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There were't only poppies in the field . . .
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If you recall the glowing yellow rapeseed fields from a few posts down, this is a rapeseed leaf, now past its prime. Some things in life get better with age . . .
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These roses were in a small cemetery near here which I stopped in this afternoon for a moment.
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And these last few images are from our own yard. I cannot claim to having any gardening skills, these specimens of carnations and pivoines (peony, for you Lynne) and roses and sage seem to be thriving despite all the tender loving neglect they are accustomed to at our hands. . .
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And I only just figured out this very evening that "sauge" in French means "sage" in English. Sometimes I'm a bit slow. The music which could accompany this piece can be found here.
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And is this last a form of snowbrush perhaps ? The serrated leaves are surely a clue ?
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Finally, to reward you for your patience with all the flowers, you are welcome to try one of these chocolate oysters. That's right, chocolate oysters, from our favorite vacation destination in Brittany; Carantec, or as written in Breton here, Karanteg. Les huitres de Karanteg. They're rather tasty. Actually it was the red paper they come wrapped in which reminded me of the poppy field today. And remember, a flower photo a day keeps the straightjacket people away.
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54 comments:

Snowbrush said...

"all of this is great for straightjacket sales; so I cannot complain."

Let me guess, you're a stockholder.

I would have thought the rapeseed planet was broccoli, but maybe they're related.

Snowbrush has shiny leaves that are slightly toothed. Each leaf has three main veins that run lengthwise from the base.

TechnoBabe said...

You did it again, started out saying you don't do flowers and then zap! A field of flowers. Then close up shots. I can see why you wouldn't want to take pictures of flowers, Ha.The carnations in your yard are strong and vibrant. I bet their scent is wonderful too. I would love to try a chocolate oyster, thank you.

Catherine said...

These are the kind of shots that make me feel incredibly homesick - especially the poppy fields - still I will forgive you as I shall be home for a break in just 3 weeks' time...keep shooting the flowers (so to speak) as the results are terrific..

The Sagittarian said...

Those poppy fields are so beautiful! I guess people just leave them alone to grow?
Not sure I need a straight jacket just yet, am slowly getting cabin fever tho' so who knows! Good to know where I can get one in a hurry...

K'line Bloom said...

Owen,
Les coquelicots sont à la fête, assurément !
Belle dissertation et une conclusion que je cautionne à 100% !
Bises
PS : les huîtres ont l'air sympa dans leur joli papier de soie ;-)

Catherine 2 said...

Do you think Owen, that if I hide myself in this poppies field, ♪♫ they're coming to take me away, ha ha ♪♫?

I don't feel insane, and I think some others are....but who can declare that it's not the opposite ? Don't get the symptom of foaming at mouth antway. Not yet.
By the way, have you found my marbles somewhere ? If so, you're asked to bring them back and leave them in my blog.

Better losing myself in this wonderful field before being contaminated by the insanity around. Anyway, the world goes mad with or without me..

Nathalie said...

Oh yes I can picture the elegant 19th century lady carrying a parasol, wearing a billowing white hooped skirt... it must be the same field exactly!

Before I order my straightjacket I'll have another scoop of poppy and sage ice-cream please!

Alberto Oliver said...

That´s what i call making a history from a cascade of thoughts and ideas and colors,, and of course,,hehe,,flowers.

Who need marbles by the way....=)

Regards Owen

Nathalie said...

What I like about the Karantec oysters is their respectable size - each makes for a decent quantity of chocolate !

(Enjoy the days away...)

Steve said...

Back at the office today after a lovely week off with the family... could I place an order for 15 straitjackets please? (Not for me...)

...louciao... said...

-I'd like to start a business painting those straight-jackets. Designer straights. Dire Straits.

-And another business creating handmade bags for marbles to encourage folks to gather up and hang on to all those lost ones you refer to.

-A thing of beauty is a joy forever; flowers are mostly beautiful, but so short-lived; we do well to preserve their beauty in photographs.

-A flower photo is never banal, only the viewer.

-You may have discovered a way to have me eat oysters. Is it okay if I lick all the chocolate off and leave the oyster, though?

...louciao... said...

PS--Little Brother,

Speaking of dire straits, why worry?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=im2SoltmZEc

Big Sis
xo

Stickup Artist said...

Just exactly why, as you mention all the issues at present associated with humanity, that it's important to just go off and "take time to smell the roses." You just need a break from the madness. At least, for me, it is an escape from it all. Albeit brief, it's refreshing, and relieving. Gosh, you'd think by now we'd know better!

You did a lovely job on your flower shots. I especially like the poppies.

Peter said...

Straightjackets, barbarians, marbles, flowers… what an inspired post! … and the preceding ones, which I had missed as I have been a lousy blog visitor lately!

I presume the barbarians refer to the film “Invasion of the Barbarians” which I saw on DVD – for the first time – the other day! Glad I saw it! It gives some hope for society after all!

babbler said...

Owen, We slugs find those photos of flowers to be particularly tasty, especially when wearing our pristeen white slug dinner jackets with those smart looking buckles, which button up the back so fashionably forward. Mr. Slug was saying just now that he should like some of those poppies to be boxed and sent immediately to Slug's Rest, along with one or two chocolate oysters, being the egalitarian slug that he is. We shall be looking forward to our parcel to arrive in short order, thank you for tempting us with such fine treats!
Very truly (hungry, er) yours,
Mrs. Slug

Owen said...

Hi Snowbrush,
Well, I'm not a stockholder, but perhaps I'll be in stocks soon... the kind they had in colonial America, along with the pillory and whipping post...

I looked it up on the web, rapeseed is indeed related to broccoli, and mustard, and cabbage, apparently. I just liked the way the leaf had changed colors.

I'm wondering now what the shrub is in our yard that has these masses of tiny white flowers on it, as the leaves don't seem to be the same as snowbrush. Will have to see if I can figure out what it is...

Owen said...

Dear TechnoB,
You are very welcome to sample the chocolate oysters, you just have to come over here to claim your very own. The problem is, they don't last long !

I know, about the flower photos, I said I wouldn't let it happen again, and I promised myself a hundred times that if I saw any roadside fields of flowers that I would look the other way fast, but darn it, my backsliding ways caught up with me, my shutter finger started trembling in that tell-tale way, the old coronary valves started pumping harder, sweat broke out on my brow, and before I hardly knew what was happening, I was out of the car, and rolling in the poppies... never had gotten so close to them before.

But this time, honest to goodness, this was the last time !

(until the next time...)
:-)

In the meanwhile, I'm going back in the closet to look at some seed catalogs... for inspiration...

Owen said...

Hi Catherine,
I guess if photos can succeed in making someone even just a little homesick, then in some small way they have succeeded as photos... so what country is "home" then ??? That must be wonderful to be looking forward to taking a bit of a trip home then...

Owen said...

Hey Saj !
I'm not entirely sure but I think these poppies are pretty good at seeding themselves, each flower makes a seedpod just bursting with little black seeds which come pouring out with hardly any encouragement once they've dried out a bit. I may just have to do some experimenting, I always wanted some poppies in our yard. May try transplanting a couple with seedpods in progress to see if they take in our soil, and see if the seeds make new ones. But every year in the fields around here they seem to come back in roughly the same places, so I'm guessing the seeds are pretty easy to germinate...

Corr, thirsty work gardening, hope you've got something ready to solve that issue, it being Tuesday and all... will have to come take a peek at the goings on in your kitchen or wherever it is you mix up all thoses tantalizing anti-teatotaler recipes...

...louciao... said...

You do realize don't you, Owen, that if we ever do meet face to face we won't be able to talk about flowers or much of anything else for that matter because we'll be too busy eating PIE!

Owen said...

Ah K'line, tu n'es pas un peu branchée chocolat, par hasard ? C'est peut être le bon appat à utiliser... je vais descendre à Lyon un de ces quatre, avec un gros camion diffuseur de parfum de chocolat, et puis arpenter toutes les rues de Lyon, jusqu'à ce que une femme apparait dans la rue insistant que j'arrete le camion pour qu'elle goutte le marchandise... et là, voilà, je saurais que c'est toi, enfin, la mystérieuse K'line vue, à la lumière du jour...
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Et oui, c'est la fête des coquelicots ces jours-ci par ici, dans le grand nord, pas loin du pays des Cht'is

Sinon, je ne sais pas si tout ceci pourrait qualifier comme dissertation, mais je suis plus que flatté si tu pense que cette déclamation legèrement extravagante vaut le titre de dissertation.

Owen said...

Chère Catherine 2,

- If I see your marbles somewhere I promise to pick them up and bring them home to you, as long as I don't slip on them first and break a leg or two...

- Perhaps one of the finest films I've ever seen about who is sane and who is not was "Le Roi de Coeur" by Philippe de Broca back in 1966, which was filmed entirely in Senlis, just north of Paris. Who were crazier, the people in the insane asylum or the people outside fighting a war... have you seen it ?

- in any case, I'm glad to hear you have not yet caught the symptom of foaming at the mouth ! Should it happen, feel free to call me, we can ship our camisoles de force quite rapidly these days...
:-)

- ai bien aimé tes pies sur le toit... ce n'était pas celui qui avait volé par dessus le nid de cuckoo ?

Owen said...

Hi Nathalie,
I think it was the very same field in fact, in one obscure corner of it I found a spot where there were three holes still in the ground like where someone had set up an easel, and there were some discarded tubes of various colors of oil paint on the ground...
:-)

Oh yes, the poppy and sage ice cream is excellent this year, and even Berthillon doesn't have it on their menu...

As for the chocolate oysters, despite their rather large size, they honestly don't last long at all, in fact, if you don't watch carefully, they are liable to disappear in the blink of an eye !

Owen said...

Will be back shortly to continue answering all of your charming, demented, and delicious comments... but in the meanwhile, Mr Toad needs to catch a few winks... errr, sleep that is, dreaming of PIE...

Christine Robinson said...

Beautiful, Owen! You have such a way with photos and words. And it's lovely that you promote the talents of your fellow bloggers. I've visited and loved.

Thank you. And enjoy your time off.

Christine

Roxana said...

OH!

:-)

La Framéricaine said...

For a blog that isn't about flowers, you did a bang up impersonation here! I love the huge poppies and actually took a few shots of similar items myself last week. However, yours are much more artistic. I love the big one in the foreground!

On the subject of straitjackets, I thought you might enjoy:

http://halfwaytofrance.blogspot.com/2009/01/straitjackets-come-in-all-sizes.html?zx=929369da1d137b5e

since it's not every day that one sees them referenced...

My reading of "The Discovery of France: A Historical Geography from the Revolution to the First World War" has helped me keep the egregiously bad behavior of humanity in perspective so that I can actually enjoy the flowers from time to time. Being sold a bill of goods, or down the river, is such a long and time-honored tradition...

alwaysinthebackrow said...

For all of you protestations, these are beautiful flower photos. The post is not about flowers, to you're safe in using the photos merely to illustrate your points.

Lydia said...

This post was a real odyssey and marvelous escape for me, Owen. I absolutely got lost in the poppy shots, and the one of the purple flowers that you call sage but that don't look like sage around here. Gorgeous images of such deep colors...wow. I clicked on the S&G link and thought oh I will watch a little bit but of course watched the whole thing and of course had tears in my eyes as I always do when I see scenes from The Graduate. The other link was a kick, and I admit I wasn't in the mood to hear that crazy old song so came back to thank you and wish you a good time away from work (whatever your work may actually be....teacher maybe?)

Owen said...

Hey Alberto !
I see you are with me... doing our best to lead a marble-free life, out on the edges of the known world... near those places where monsters dwell and maelstroms whirl... and nothing wrong with rolling in the flowers from time to time... he, he, he,

Take care...

Owen said...

Steve, we have a special deal going this week on lots of two dozen straightjackets for the price of one dozen... that might just do you right, because you always need to have a few spare jackets on hand, you never know when some previously unsuspected case may cross the line...
:-)

Owen said...

Lynne,
Yes ! Yes ! Absolutely, I think painted straightjackets would be an excellent idea, it would bring a bit of art therapy into an otherwise austere environment; where previously the linen jackets were usually of the tones that Bruce Cockburn described as sails as white as heroin, white like weathered bones, if you can remember which song that came from...?

And bags for our marbles, to keep them from rolling away down gutters and into the sewers of the earth, YES again, excellent idea, I think you are just the right person to put it into practice... I can almost envision a dance troupe on a stage all wearing painted straightjackets and bags of marbles, swaying back and forth in weaving light beams... yes ! You paint such vivid images...

As for the chocolate oysters, what's nice about these is... you guessed it, there's no oyster in the middle, so you can lick to your heart's content, until there's nothing left...

And YES again for Dire Straits Why Worry ! Beautiful...

What, me worry ?

:-)

Owen said...

Stickup, that's it, few things better than getting out for a day, just forgetting everything, and going and looking at the scenes around us, or not too far away, and just taking it all in, looking closely, smelling the flowers, stopping to sit cross-legged in strange places, alone... to meditate for a while. The camera forces us to look more closely, to really see what we might have been looking at or over without really seeing... and internalizing, composing our own visions of the world... It doesn't get much better than that...

And as much as I rant about the state of things today, we have tools at our disposal the likes of which the human race has never seen before these past few years... the internet, digital cameras...

Keep on trucking ms Stickup, you got it going on now...

Owen said...

Hi Peter,
No matter, it's always nice to see you whenever you can make it... gosh only knows blogging can eat up alot of time, and there are a few other things in life to focus on...

I haven't seen the Invasion of the Barbarians, but the barbarians at the gate has become sort of a stock phrase expression, like things are going to the dogs... and those barbarians have lots of wild dogs with them...
:-)

Owen said...

Dear Mrs Slug !

You ALWAYS, and I do mean ALWAYS, make me smile, if not radiantly beam, with twinkling eyes. I can just picture you and Mr Slug showing up in my garden with your bright white dinner jackets all buckled up tight, shucks, for slugs it doesn't really matter if they buckle up the back or not, yes, with your optical tentacles waving with pleasure, ready to nibble delicately on all our lettuce and radish greens to your sluggy heart's content... yes, yes, such good company will always be welcome here... We will put out the best bowls of Napa Slug Vine chardonnay Wine...

Oh my, as for shipping poppies and oysters, I'm not sure they would make it through the FDA border patrol checks, or they would get eaten by the border inspection slugs on duty... so you're perhaps just going to have to slide and wiggle right under the ocean like good sea slugs would to come and visit here, and partake of these truly scrumptious specialties here at the source...
:-)

Owen said...

Ah Lynne,
Now I see you quietly slipped back in there last night while I was busy tap tapping away at the keyboard here...

Listen, I think when you turn up here, la Grenouille will have to perform one of her majestic pieces of culinary magic (which she often does) and produce one of her sublime lemon meringue pies, the PIE to end all PIES... when dégusting one of those I am sure I'm already on my way to heaven...
;-)

So, here's pie in your face !
:-)

Owen said...

Hey Christine,
Discovering other beautiful blogs is half the fun of blogging, and writing about such places is always a rare pleasure, altruism still has a small place in my semi-cynical-yet-ever-optimistic heart.

Time off from the factory is always a pleasure, to be savored at length... like a lollipop...
:-)

Owen said...

Roxana,

I see you have truly mastered the art of the minimalist message... like a japanese garden, nothing superfluous, nothing extraneous, nothing out of place, a simple exclamation of " oh " opening windows into a universe of half gasped exclamations, an expelling of breath, a wonder in the eyes, a warm upwelling of heat in the heart... and a smile...

So I shall reverse it and send it back to you, your "oh" becomes a "ho", a ho of laughing, and it would seem that "ho" also has meanings in japanese... but perhaps you know more than I about such things...
:-)

mythopolis said...

Well, I came here as a 'Magic Lantern Show virgin', but have been promptly 'de-flowered' by your great photos, and your wit. I am also fascinated by old rusty, crumbling, falling apart things. In fact, the older I get the more I feel a part of such relics of the past. It's a certain patina of foggy grey matter, it's the creases and wrinkles, the evaporation of my thoughts mid-senten....(Ummm, what was I saying?) and blood-shot eyes. My straight jacket is falling apart. I think it comes from watching the news too much! Thanks for visiting my site, and I will definitely be back to yours!

Owen said...

Dear Fram,
Ah, a change of persona for a moment...

I did indeed go read your straightjacket piece, and can see I must go back at leisure one day (when that will be I can't say) to read through your works from the start, as I'm sure there are many hidden nuggets there... but with this you have revealed previously unsuspected facets of your multi-faceted presence here on this planet...

I don't know what made me think of straightjackets particularly the other day, just a free association sort of thing that one's mind does unconsciously, going from "work is crazy these days" to thoughts of ending up babbling and frothing in an asylum somewhere, restrained by a tight fitting jacket, and yes, probably a size too small.

Really love your poem, and now, after having read the comments there and your answers as well, can't help but wondering if you have gotten to that box yet in your box collection in central France ??? What treasures lie therein I wonder ???

And yes, no generation I suppose has ever had a monopoly on selling or being sold down the river, it's just we are doing it on such a monumental scale today and in so many places... 7 billion and counting... while whooping cranes are down to a few hundred and passenger pigeons are gone... what's wrong with this picture.

Anyway, glad you enjoyed my flower blog impersonation, I do enjoy getting dressed up once in a while for the theatre...
:-)

Hope all is well with you and Mr F !

Owen said...

Always in back row,
You've grasped the essential... no self-respecting toad would ever do a post solely about flowers...

But if they happen to illustrate the necessity of getting away from the rat race once in a while, then I'm all for them...

It's a complicated world...
;-)

Owen said...

Hi Lydia,
I guess there must be quite a number of varieties of sage out there, this one may be something similar to what I was able to find on Google which looks like it and is named Victoria Blue Sage...

Glad you enjoyed the Simon and Garfunkel, I've always loved that song, and found the Graduate version of it here by chance, but liked the association...

So, you are not buying my role as an employee at the straightjacket factory ? Responsable for buckle designs and other decorative features... ? My real work, like flowers, is definitely not the subject of this blog, and must remain far distant from it... With 20-20 hindsight there are many times I think I should have become a teacher... but alas, that was not to be my path in life...

Glad you enjoyed this non-flower focused blog post...
:-)

Owen said...

Mythopolis !
A virgin de-flowered ?!? LOL

I can see my blog is taking on previously unimagined proportions... perhaps there is hope for it after all... I just pray it does not take on proportions like the Beatles in their early days when throngs of young women showed up in crowds at every concert, screaming for chance at being de-flowered by the music or the musicians...
:-)
As for my wit, not sure there is much left, it's been leaving little by little with my marbles, which are surely going to the same place that lost socks and lost gloves go... but I thank you profoundly for your kind, lost-in-mid-sentence words here...

All things must crumble sooner or later is my motto...
:-)

mythopolis said...

It is such a narcissism of out time to think we, as a species, are going to survive what we are doing to the planet. Actually, the dinosaurs lasted longer than we probably will. Planet abuse is our own undoing. Political action is the only form of art that makes any sense. From an article, "Access to the Mainstream" by Luis Camnitzer in New Art Examiner, 1987:

"We live the alienating myth of primarily being artists. We are not. We are primarily ethical beings sifting right from wrong and just from unjust, not only in the realm of the individual, but in communal and regional contexts. In order to survive ethically we need a political awareness that helps us to understand our environment and develop strategies for our actions. Art becomes the instrument of our choice to implement these strategies."

mythopolis said...

OK, so, like, if you started out in life with 100 marbles, and suddenly you find you are down to 30, how far off your marbles are you? I am so low on marbles that I started going to junk stores and antique shops and buying more marbles. I love the older milk glass ones with swirls of color in them. I sit and look at them a lot, and wonder whose head they fell out of.

Owen said...

Mythopolis,
I can see you are a marble collector to be reckoned with...

I've always been a little bit leery of trying to inject new marbles into the collection to replace those which have gone missing, for fear of creating a monster... but maybe it's worth a try... people do heart and lung transplants these days, so why not marbles ?

Thanks for these thoughts about the human race and our potential survival... I have a brother in law I enjoy chatting with when we meet up from time to time, he is a paleontologist. His views on the human race could be summed up by saying that we are little more than a mold on the surface of the earth, which the planet will shrug off sooner or later and then regenerate. In geologic time, we are nothing. I just hope the lines from the song which said "We will leave this place an empty stone" are wrong...

Beth Niquette said...

I can see why Sissy says your blog is so great! I agree with her--you would LOVE the abandoned Mega-Church we often prowl.

Your photography is exquisite. I especially loved the photos of the field of poppies and daisies...

They filled my eyes--which is the greatest compliment I can give.

Owen said...

Hello Beth,
I'm very lucky then to have two sisters dropping in here from time to time, and more than happy to do everything possible to fill up your eyes... thank you so much !

The Poet Laura-eate said...

You didn't warn me that scratching and sniffing would ruin my screen! ;-)

Stunning shots, but nothing like a seed catalogue.

Owen said...

Hi Laura...
Sounds like you need to file a fingernail or two, the screen is supposed to be a "rub and sniff" model, not "scratch and sniff"...
:-)

the watercats said...

The flowers (and chocolate oysters) are stunning.. and make me pine for a proper garden again.. at the moment nettles and dock leaves are all that we get.. EVERYWHERE!
happy belated birthdays too! that pie looks as delectable as those oysters (yes I do have a sweet tooth). The volcano trip is just amazing to look at. I'm not sure I'd have bravery enough to stand on the edge of mother nature's angry bits! :-D

@eloh said...

These are all so beautiful.... while they may not be your favorite subject... you have the touch for flower photos. You make them look as alive as if I were holding them.

Owen said...

Hi Vicky !
Well, I guess that old saying about : "if life gives you lemons, make lemonade" could be transformed to : if your garden gives you nettles, make nettle soup... ?

I'm still trying to figure out what the docks are doing in your fields instead of staying down by the waterside ports where they belong ?

So, you'll be wanting some chocolate rasberry pie and oysters as well ? Can see we are going to have to prepare a large supply if all the sweet-toothed bloggers in the world start turning up here !
:-)
But if you should drop in and put on a small private concert, then you can be sure to be rewarded with all the choco-rasberry pie you can eat ! Of course, for you Cats, the sky...
:-)

Owen said...

Hi @eloh,
You've guessed my secret, of course, I'm a closet flower photo lover, but I just can't admit to it in public, just as being a real man, I can't admit to eating quiche, though that also is one of my secret fetish activities... but down here at the end of this heap of comments, no one is going to notice the confession, except maybe your good self if you happen to stop back by here... so there it is, in black and white... Mr Toad loves flowers ! Just promise not to tell anyone, ok ???
:-)