Tag Archives: Sun

quotartion: Willa Cather: “…The sun was like a great visiting presence…”


The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.Willa Cather (1873-1947) Discuss

abysmal


abysmal 

Definition: (adjective) Extremely or hopelessly bad or severe.
Synonyms: dreadful, terrible, awful, appalling, dismal, dire, ghastly, hideous, atrocious, godawful
Usage: We have been having abysmal weather lately, but the Sun is finally expected to make an appearance next week! Discuss.

NINA SIMONE-FEELING GOOD


Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel

(refrain:)x2
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good

Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom on the tree you know how I feel

(refrain)

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know
Butterflies all havin’ fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That’s what I mean

And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

 

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MR. GOLDEN SUN FINALLY SHINES DOWN ON RJUKAN


Mr. Golden Sun Finally Shines Down on Rjukan

Residents of Rjukan, Norway, have had it with darkness. Located in a deep valley surrounded by mountains, the city gets no sunlight for about seven months out of the year. About a century ago, an engineer proposed the idea of using mirrors to reflect sunlight down into the town, and last week, it became a reality. On Wednesday, three large, computer-controlled mirrors installed on one of the surrounding mountaintops began reflecting sunlight into the main square below, where assembled residents relaxed on loungers, played beach volleyball, and sipped cocktails while soaking up the rays. More… Discuss

 

“As the Sun Rises in Caldarea Negoiului, Muntii Fagaras, 1981” (my photo Collection)


"As the Sun Rises in Caldarea Negoiului, Muntii Fagaras, 1981"

“As the Sun Rises in Caldarea Negoiului, Muntii Fagaras, 1981” (my photo Collection)

Leonard Cohen – ‘You Know Who I Am’


You Know Who I Am 

(by Leonard Cohen)

I cannot follow you, my love,

you cannot follow me.

I am the distance you put between

all of the moments that we will be.


You know who I am,

you've stared at the sun,

well I am the one who loves

changing from nothing to one.


Sometimes I need you naked,

sometimes I need you wild,

I need you to carry my children in

and I need you to kill a child.


You know who I am...


If you should ever track me down

I will surrender there

and I will leave with you one broken man

whom I will teach you to repair.


You know who I am...


I cannot follow you, my love,

you cannot follow me.

I am the distance you put between

all of the moments that we will be.


You know who I am...

Leonard Cohen You Know Who I Am

Today’s Quotation: Washington Irving (1783-1859) – the nostalgia of friendship afar in time and space


 

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

Washington Irving (1783-1859) Discuss

(Doctor Who -Series 5, Episode 10) Vincent – Song: Athlete – ‘Chances’ A great song, a grand episode on Vincent van Gogh


Chances  (by Athlete)

Take all your chances while you can

Never know when they’ll pass you by
Like a sun the mathematician cannot solve
Like me trying my hardest to explainIt’s all about your cries and kisses
Those first steps that I can’t calculate
I need some more of you to take me over

If I had the chance to start again
Then you would be the one I’d come and find
Like the poster of Berlin on my wall
Maybe there’s a chance our walls might fall

It’s all about your cries and kisses
Those first steps that I can’t calculate
I need some more of you to take me over

It’s all about your cries and kisses
Those first steps that I can’t calculate
I need some more of you to take me over
I’ve no idea ’cause
I can’t calculate

How to start again
How to start again
How to start again
How to start again
It’s all about you.

(Read more here )

Fair Weather, By George


Fair Weather, (By George)

 

My dad was the first meteorologist who could do more than just predict the weather. He enjoyed fishing, hobby that he shared with me mostly on summer vacations.

This story is about fair weather, the way he was able to intervene in the complicated business of making an unforgettable sunny day.

 “Dad, do you think it’s going to rain tomorrow, like it did yesterday?” I asked him, concerned about the eventuality of not being able to fulfill our well planned outing. “No, he said”, as if totally sure of the truthfulness of his statement.

“How can you be so sure?”, I asked, since I did not have any knowledge of the science of weather prediction.  “Because I took care of it”, he answered without any hesitation. “You know that hole in the attic’s wall?” he went on saying, “The one facing east?” “Yeah”, I said? “Well, you see, about an hour ago, when you were still asleep, I went up there, in the attic, with one of those  long poles grandma was using to grow the beans  on, and a handful of hay. I wrapped the hay around the tip of the pole, and reach out to the hole in the sky thru which the clouds enter. I waited then for a few minutes, while all the clouds left the sky thru the hole to the West, and quickly I plugged that one too with some hay. So tomorrow, you see, will be sunny, no clouds in the sky what so ever. Will pack our rain coats just as a precaution, but will not have an opportunity to wear them, I promise you.”

I was five years old.  I heard many stories throughout the years about ways to predict the weather, from the circles around the Sun, and the Moon, and the height at which swallows fly  or the way the Sun wink back at us with his last red glowing ray, before it goes to sleep beyond the horizon, the stillness of air, and many more. But this practical way to create a special father-son fishing expedition will always stay with me, treasured and cherished as wisdom of age, wisdom of ages.