Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #859…Breakfast of Champions

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        by

Mary Howitt

        (1799-1888)

“Will you step into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;
“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”

Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please to take a slice?”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”

“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise!
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning now, I’ll call another day.”

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor; but she ne’er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.

 

 

Okay, so it isn’t a fly, but the moral of the fable remains…monos en theos..†..jim

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“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.” Thomas Paine

Same subject as yesterdays post, different perspective. In order to become my true self, I have to learn to reflect beauty. Beauty is as much as what is inside as the image you reflect.

It gets so tiring trying to wrap the same gift in different packaging. Trying so hard to present your best side. One will have a hard time if it is only the outside of the gift we worry about. You have to remember that at the end of the party all of that pretty packaging get dumped in the trash . Only the unwrapped gift remains.

monos en theos…†…jim

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“A lack of transparency results in distrust and a deep sense of insecurity.”    Dalai Lama

As I continue to seek and find the signature of all things, I keep stumbling onto transparency. I very much like to open all of the window coverings in our home. I so enjoy not only being able to see out, but to also expose what is inside.

I grew up in a home in which we almost never allowed the light in. Not just through the windows but also figuratively. There was so much that needed to be hidden, not shared, God forbid that ordinary people might be able to peak inside at all that went wrong on inside our home.

It has been a struggle for me to maintain my transparency. After all these years, I am still trying to let all the pain out. There is such freedom in allowing the light in and your pain out.

All of this from the simple gift of a dragonfly. I may never again look at them in the same way.

Open up the windows…monos en theos…†…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #834 – Just plain & outstanding!

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We passed this pretty little creature on our morning walk. I was  blessed to have my macro kit on and he was a great poser. Just cost me a few grass burrs in my socks. A small price to pay for a little urban adventure!…†…monos en theos…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #820 – Just passing through!

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On our evening walk yesterday we passed a tree that had close to a hundred of these pretty little creations.

I went back this am and there were still a herd of them there. They seemed to be tanking up on sap that was oozing from the tree.

Fuel up for your journey…†…monos en theos…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #807 – A nice greeting

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It was a pleasant change to travel back to West Texas. We did enjoy the great sky vistas and the dry heat was nice for a change.

But as Dorothy so wisely repeated, “There is no place like home …”

We know few people here at our new digs, but I have never lived at a place that just feels so quickly and warmly like home.

Our evening walk was heralded by this lovely swallow-tail roosting for the night in our back yard. I wasn’t sure if he was there to just rest, or to welcome us home. I will take the latter thank you so much.

There is no place like home wherever it may be…†…monos en  theos   jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #801 – Don’t let it pass you by!

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I was shooting at a sunset when I felt a small bump at my feet and here was this lovely creation scurrying about. He was a good sized “pede” about 5-6 inches long. And this dude was fast. No time to get the macro kit. It was take it or leave it. I grabbed 3 or for frames as he moved across an asphalt trail and disappeared into the West TX weeds.

Life sometimes come at a 1/5000 of a second and sometimes as in this case a 1/30 of a second. Don’t let it pass you by…†…monos en theos…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #793 – DRAGONFLY!

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The Dragonfly

Now, when my roses are half buds, half flowers,
And loveliest, the king of flies has come-
It was a fleeting visit, all too brief;
In three short minutes he has seen them all,
And rested, too, upon an apple tree.

There, his round shoulders humped with emeralds,
A gorgeous opal crown set on his head,
And all those shining honours to his breast-
‘My garden is a lovely place’ thought I,
‘But is it worthy of such a guest?’

He rested there, upon the apple leaf-
‘See, see,’ I cried amazed, ‘his opal crown,
And all those emeralds clustered around his head!’
‘His breast, my dear, how lovely was his breast-’
The voice of my Beloved quickly said.

‘See, see his gorgeous crown, that shines
With all those jewels bulging round its rim-’
I cried aloud at night, in broken rest.
Back came the answer quickly, in my dream-
‘His breast, my dear, how lovely was his breast!’

This poem, originally composed byWelsh poet W.H. Davies in 1928, was the inspiration and lyrical source for the song ‘Dragonfly’ written by Danny Kirwan in 1970 while he was still in Fleetwood Mac.  This was the transitional period of the band, when founder Peter Green had gone nuts and left, Christine McVie had just joined, and Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks were still a few years away.

The song itself is very beautiful and, for me at least, very entrancing.  Danny adjusted the lyrics, wrote the music, sang and played all of the guitar parts on the record. Shortly after this he also went into a drug-induced exile and was last heard to be living on the streets of London.

more on the sad yet full life of Davies:

 

monos en theos…†…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #783 – It’s a bee,it’s a fly, it’s blowing a bubble!

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I was hard pressed to find something in the yard to photograph. As usual, if you just work with what you find, you can be amazed by what you find.

This little fellow (I think a fruit fly of sorts) was unlike  others of which I kept trying to catch an image. He sat on this little (1/4inch) bloom going to seed and let me get as close as I wanted without trying to fly off.

In editing I found he was either busy blowing a bubble or partaking of some food. A got reason to not take flight.

monos en theos…†…jim